Chapter 3
I looked up the word 'nymphomania' in a dictionary and it said that it was an uncontrollable desire by a woman for sexual intercourse.
Now I wonder if I can honestly keep denying that I am a nymphomaniac. I am a woman. I have a desire for sexual intercourse and, in all honesty, I suppose that my desire is uncontrollable. When I feel that hot pussy juice dripping inside of me I know that I have to have a cock.
Then I looked up the word 'slut' in the same dictionary. But the definition that they gave was very insulting and judgmental. It made sluts sound very unattractive and nasty. Therefore, I refuse to even discuss my relationship with that particular word.
When I was a teenager I felt that I was going through a stage. I can recall when I was eleven and had first started to frig my pussy. I figured that it was impossible for me to keep on fingerfucking myself that often for too much longer.
But as I reached twelve and thirteen and fourteen, I found that I was only frigging myself even more. It was something that became so uncontrollable that I would rush home from school and rush up the stairs to my bedroom.
Once I was in my bedroom I would put a wire hanger on the doorknob and slip half of the hanger behind the dresser that was next to the door. That was my subtle way of locking my door shut. In case my mother tried the door, she wouldn't be suspicious about the fact that there was a hanger there and that it had accidentally slipped behind the dresser.
In the course of the years I suppose that there were only two or three times where that hanger proved to be useful to me. But for those times alone I am grateful.
When I was eleven and I had first started to play with my pussy, I used to think about boys undressing. That was the extent of my fantasy life. I would imagine undressing together with boys. In fact, I never even imagined them undressing all the way.
I suppose that it sounds crazy now to say that my eleven-year-old masturbatory fantasy concerned being in my undies while a boy was in his shorts. To me, the thought of undressing and of having a boy without his clothes on was the most erotic thing that my young mind could invent and it was quite enough to bring me to an orgasm.
The reason that the fantasies only went as far as underclothes was that I didn't know what a boy's naked cock looked like. (I use this word because I can't even recall what word I used for it as an eleven-year-old. Probably pee-pee.)
With the help of the women's magazines that had nude centerfolds of men, I was able to flesh out my fantasies a little bit better. My mother never got such magazines, but I had one friend who had a divorced mother. I nurtured the friendship just so I would be able to go over there and look at her mother's sexy magazines when her mother was out.
They were wonderful. They taught me what cocks looked like and I even found out what my pussy would look like once it started to grow hair.
I know that there are some girls who don't like their snatches, but I'm just crazy about mine. Once I found out, through pictures in sexy magazines, what my bush would look like, I got into the habit of checking my cunt lips in the mirror every morning in hopes that I had started to get the lush pussy hairs that I admired on other women.
It took a full year of patience since I was already twelve and a half when I first began to get the wispy strands that would eventually grow into my pussy patch.
My masturbatory fantasies matured and my experience with boys increased. But I was soon hornier than ever. The little games of sexual coyness which were expected of me only made matters worse for the heat that kept growing in my pussy.
There would be parties where the boys and girls would couple up. Then we would all kiss and make out. There wasn't even any feeling of the partner's body and to tell the truth, the kissing got awfully boring and tedious after awhile.
The problem was that we would all be in someone's basement and all of the other couples would be around, looking at me, while I was kissing some guy.
It was really more of a question of status than anything else. The girls would compare notes afterwards on which one of them got which guy.
But for me, it was a matter of frustration. There I would be in the arms of a sexy guy. My pussy would be boiling over and I would be dying to play with it.
That is not even mentioning the fact that I would be dying to reach into his pants and to see what he had in there. But if I did anything that my desires told me to do, then I would have been labeled a sexual nut and a bad girl.
Eventually we progressed to the point where the boys and girls would go out on dates separately. When I started to date boys I was always anxious to feel the lump in their pants and I was anxious to get their fingers up into my pussy slit to fondle and excite me. But none of that was possible on those first dates.
The boys were too nervous and slow and I was too concerned with keeping my good reputation in the small neighborhood. But, there reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore.
Whenever I had a date I knew that the boy was leaving horny and I knew that he was going home to jerk off afterwards. That made me horny and I would spend half the night awake and frigging my hot pussy wildly.
When I followed the natural course of action and tried to get the boy to frig my pussy, I got known around the school as a bad girl.
Well, I was a bad girl! Either I was over-sexed or all of my friends in high school were under-sexed, or they all did a wonderful job of hiding their feelings.
Once I had lost my cherry at the age of fifteen, I figured that it really didn't matter what I did in school. I was a senior and I would be leaving the school by the end of the year, so even if everyone said nasty things about me, it wouldn't matter.
Besides, I didn't fit the description of a bad girl. I didn't go around with green eye make-up and extremely short skirts and I didn't hang around the door to the locker room waiting to pounce on boys. Perhaps it was because I waited till I was a senior before unleashing my desires that saved me from becoming a stereotype.
I know that I was a very beautiful girl then. Back then I didn't have that sort of self-esteem and I always felt gawky about myself. But now I can look at myself and say that I have the features that make up a very attractive young woman.
My hair has generally been worn long. It is brown, but it has a lovely reddish glow which is picked up by my reddish pussy hairs. My breasts and hips were never the largest in the class, but they are very nicely shaped and I have never had a weight problem.
All of the boys seemed to agree that my figure felt just fine. And that should be proof because there were enough boys who got their hands on my body that year.
Since I hadn't realized that I was really beautiful, I went through a very rough period that year, which has since been explained to me by an analyst that I went to in Los Angeles.
If any guy told me that I was pretty I would immediately be willing to spread my legs and let him fuck the hell out of me. It didn't matter what the guy looked like. I was complimented by the compliment and that was all that I needed!
Even today my pussy juice will flow if a guy tells me that I am pretty or if his cock gets hard because of me. I think, in essence, that what gets my cunt really moving is the thought that this guy's cock is hard because of the heat of my pussy and because he thinks that I'm sexy and attractive. That's an incredible turn-on to me.
By the time that I went away to college I was disillusioned by my sexual freedom.
Although I had maintained my stand that I didn't care what the kids in school said about me, I found that I was unable to find a nice guy who would treat me tenderly.
That's what I really needed. I said before that I need a cock up my pussy very often, but I also need to be held tight and to be given affection and warmth by a loving guy.
Nobody gave affection and warmth to the school slut. I would be clutching onto some guy's back and running my fingers along his skin as I licked his ear and he would be grunting like a pig while he rammed his prick into my pussy.
When I went away to college I resolved that I would be a different person. I didn't want to continue to be the bad girl with the tainted reputation!
But, even though I succeeded in staying cool and collected for a few months at college, my hot pussy soon got the best of me and I was on fire as I went through the men on the campus. There were a lot of people who stayed clear of me.
Then, when I was a senior I met a fellow named Gary. I had decided that the best bet for me was to maintain a superior air. I would act like I didn't care what anyone thought of me. It succeeded so well that most of the time even I believed it.
Gary was a different sort of person though. He didn't let my bull throw him. When I was introduced to him, my friend, Miriam, said, "Watch out for Diana. She's an evil woman."
"I am purely a hedonist," I said to him. "I'll do anything for pleasure."
"That's funny," he said in a voice that was not at all commanding. "I'm also a hedonist when it comes to sex and living." Since we were kids in college it was considered fashionable to say things like that to each other.
Later that afternoon he was up in my room. When I peeled his clothes off of him, I found that he was very good looking with a sleek and smooth swimmer's body. He also turned out to be an adept fucker.
My pussy was sore from the long cock that curved just slightly to the right. Then as we were lying in bed together and sipping a glass of wine that we were sharing, he looked at me and said, "You'll have to meet Susan sometime."
"Susan? Who's Susan?" I asked him, sitting up in bed and hoping it was his cat.
"Susan and I have been dating for a year and a half," Gary said, without any note of apology or shame in his voice.
I remained calm, knowing that this was all part of the game. In adult circles if a man slept with a woman and then informed her that he had been seeing some other woman for a year and a half, there would have been some sort of confrontation.
But, I couldn't blame Gary for anything. We had met and had immediately discussed our mutually hedonistic natures. We had gotten together purely for our sexual thrills.
However, without saying a word to him, I decided that I was not going to see him again, no matter how sexually exciting I found him and no matter what offer he might make.
That Friday I got a call and it was Gary. I was cordial, but cold on the phone. Then he asked what I was doing that night.
"I think I have plans, but thank you for thinking of me," I said, in a curt tone.
"Oh," he remarked. "I was wondering if Susan and I might come over to your apartment."
"You and Susan?" I asked, losing my calm and collected tone for a moment.
"I told you that I wanted you to meet her," he said. "And I think the three of us might make some interesting music together."
There was something about Gary that was very much like the pied piper. I could not refuse him. That night I opened the door and welcomed Gary and Susan inside.
It was amazing to me that Susan was in many ways similar to me. She had long brown hair, although hers lacked the bright reddish luster that made mine so distinctive. When she pulled her clothes off, she complained that her breasts were not large enough, but I was jealous of the firm and very nicely shaped boobs that she had.
The first time that the three of us climbed into my bed together, it was an awkward experience. Gary was in the middle and I was pressing my pussy lips against his firm thigh.
Then I reached across his body and touched Susan's body very lightly as if I were afraid of getting burnt. That wasn't far from the truth, since I was afraid that she would be shocked when I touched her.
But she was not shocked. She ran her fingers along my hand as my hand played with the very large and firm pink area that was around her tits.
Then her fingers moved up my hand and my arm until they were at my breasts. Gary was getting a great thrill out of watching the two of us together.
He actually slid out of the way and I found that my body was pressing up against Susan's body. I looked over at him and said, "What do you think you're doing?"
"You two seem to be enjoying yourselves!" he said with a sly smile.
Susan's legs were spread and wrapped around my thigh so that her pussy lips were rubbing up and down against the smooth flesh that was tautly pulled around my thigh.
I looked directly at Susan and she smiled, slightly embarrassed, as she said, "I've never done anything like this before, either."
Pressing my pussy down against her thigh and trying to spread my legs even wider so that my cunt lips could work themselves even tighter against the thigh, I said, "Yeah. But it does feel good. It's strange, but it feels really good."
Susan pushed me over and soon she was on top of me. I looked over at Gary who was lying next to the two of us and he was slowly jerking his cock off as the two of us intertwined sensually, pressing our pussies against each other.
My fingers tentatively moved to her cunt lips and I ran them up and down along the delicate and very moist flesh of the vagina. Pulling the cunt lips apart I pressed my fingers against the hot flesh that was on the inside of her twat.
It was wonderfully responsive against my fingers. It was a wild experience feeling another woman's cunt, but I can't say that it didn't get me very excited.
As I was working my index finger in and out of her delicate vagina, I could feel her fingers pressing all over the lips and the pussy patch of my twat.
My thumb was lightly rubbing back and forth over the pussy patch and it felt downy and soft.
Then, without any warning, Susan suddenly ducked down and her face was right next to my pussy. Everything on that bed was still for a moment. Even Gary stopped jerking off.
Susan pressed her lips against my cunt lips and she rubbed back and forth. At the sensation of the warm flesh of her lips rubbing over my twat, I felt a thrill through my body that was rushing up from my pussy.
Then the girl thrust out her tongue and I could feel it moving slowly down one side of my pussy lips and then up the other side. She paused and pressed her tongue tightly against the moist flesh, giving me the impression that she was licking up the moisture that had oozed out onto the lips of my vagina.
There was a humming sound from the girl and I sensed that she was approving of the flavor of my pussy juice. Then I felt her tongue pressing against my cunt and I knew that she was trying to spread my pussy lips apart. I arched my hips up to make them a better target.
She managed to pull my cunt lips apart and to get her tongue inside of the hot confines of the vagina. As soon as she had pressed her tongue into my aching hole, it snapped shut around the invading tongue.
Susan was soon struggling to pull her tongue out of my twat and the movement of her struggling was making me hotter than ever. There was more movement and more juice that was forming in the hot confines of my vagina and I could tell that it was loosening up.
Soon, with the addition of the wriggling movement and the juicing up of my pussy, the girl was able to jab her tongue all the way into my pussy.
After that she was fucking my cunt with her hot tongue, sending wild chills up through my body.
My legs clasped shut around the sides of her face and I was rubbing the warm and smooth flesh of the inside of my legs against the silkiness of her hair.
It was so erotic that I could feel the orgasm beginning to surge in my pussy right then. Then Susan pulled her lips away from my cunt and moved away from the tightly confining vagina.
"Wh-what?" I asked, almost as if I had been taken out of a daze.
When I looked to one side of me, Susan was lying there next to me. When I looked to the other side of me, Gary was lying there next to me. I smiled at them both.
Since I was turned toward Gary, he pressed his lips down against my lips and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I began to suck on his tongue with all my strength.
As soon as his hand went down and began to play in the moist folds of my pussy, left even wetter by the attentions of Susan's tongue, I reached over and grasped his thick cock in my hand, running my fingers up and down along the shaft.
Then I pulled my lips from his and turned in the other direction. I looked into Susan's glistening and dark eyes. She moved her face toward mine and my lips just naturally opened for her kiss.
It was only after her lips were pressed against mine and only after her tongue was inside of my mouth that I became aware of the taste of my own pussy juice that was on her tongue.
But, there was no way that I could reject the girl's kiss. After all, she had been willing to eat my pussy. I could at least be willing to kiss her in return.
With one hand still on Gary's cock, I reached my other hand down to Susan's pussy. I knew that I wasn't giving her nearly the pleasure that she had given me with her tonguing, but at least I was doing something for her that would give her pleasure.
Gary and Susan were both working on my pussy. It was a remarkable sensation to feel two different hands on my body, one of them so soft and feminine and the other one so firm and powerful. My body was moving around insanely.
Then as Susan pulled her tongue from my mouth, she said, "I'd love to watch Gary fucking you."
"Oh, yes!" was all that I had to say to put the two of them into action.
My legs were up over my shoulders and Gary was leaning back with his ass pressing down against his heels. He lifted himself up and his thick cock, with the slightly curved head, was pressing against the moist and responsive flesh of my pussy lips.
He started to work his dick into my hot hole and I could feel it as it pushed the flesh aside and made its way into the tightness of the deep vagina.
Then, when he had half of his cock worked into my twat, he slammed forward and pushed the rest of his meat into the tight hole. I arched my hips up so that it would add even greater force to the shoving thrust of the boy.
"You really want it in you, don't you?" he called out to me with a smile.
"Yes!" I shouted. I already knew that I couldn't lie at a time like that.
As he was fucking in and out of my pussy, Susan began to feel my breasts and to run her fingers over my face. I was kissing her fingers tenderly.
It was such a thrilling juxtaposition for me. I could feel the wild viciousness of Gary's movements inside of my pussy and I could feel the gentle sensation of Susan's fingers lightly feeling my face and my boobs.
Then when I looked up at Susan I could see that she was kneeling right next to my face. When I turned to the side I could see that she was spreading her own cunt lips.
"Lick my pussy," she whispered to me. "Just lick it out really nice and easy!"
She never forced me, but there was a rocket that was rushing through my body. I pressed my face against her cunt lips and I licked lightly up and down along the flesh.
Since she was spreading her own cunt with her own fingers, I could easily slip my tongue into the tight folds of the vagina. When the cunt was clasping around my tongue and I was struggling to move around inside of it, I remembered when I had been on the receiving end of the same sensations and that made me feel wonderful.
In the same way that I got pleasure when I knew that I was giving thrills to a guy, it gave me pleasure to know that I was giving thrills to a girl.
My tongue was shoving in and out of her hot vagina and then I could feel the movement in her pussy. Because of the way that Gary was fucking me at the same time, I found that I was tongue-fucking Susan's pussy at the same tempo that Gary was using on me.
When the pussy flesh around my cunt was getting thicker and Gary's thrusting jabs were getting much harder and were really ripping into my cunt flesh, I began to eat Susan's cunt with even more vigor and power.
Gary slammed his cock all the way into me and he was pressed down so tight that I could feel his dark pubic hairs rubbing against my reddish pussy hairs. I could even feel his balls rubbing up against the smooth flesh on the inside of my thighs.
His cock head slammed up against the delicate pussy flesh and I could feel my cunt responding with a wild explosion of its own as it collapsed around the dick.
My cunt was wriggling and undulating all around the hard prick and we were locked together in a hot orgasm. This sent chills to all the extremities of my body.
Even my tongue suddenly became rigid as I felt the cock juice that was pumping madly into the tightness of my twat. My firm tongue was pressing up and down against Susan's pussy flesh and I could feel her cunt meat collapsing around my tongue just the way that my cunt meat was collapsed around Gary's hard prick.
It was one of the really memorable fucks of my life. The three of us continued to fool around for a few months until I graduated and went off to graduate school in California.
When I started to fool around with Susan I had to face the question of whether or not I was a lesbian. I decided that I wasn't!
There was a period that I went through when I wasn't so certain about what I was feeling and what was really going on inside of me. Very soon after I had met Gary and Susan, I refused to deal with Susan anymore. I said, "I'm not a dyke and I'm not gonna let her make me one!"
For about two weeks I avoided the two of them. What was really ripping me apart was that both of them remained absolutely cool and calm about it.
When I made the wild accusation against Susan, saying that she was trying to make me a dyke, I know that she could have responded by saying that she had never done anything with another girl before she and I made it in bed together. But she chose not to say a word to me. She just shrugged her shoulders and smiled, like she didn't care what I said.
When I'm starting to get upset about something it's difficult for me to deal with someone who remains completely rational and quiet and calm. That makes me absolutely furious.
After those two weeks I found Gary without Susan and I told him that I wanted to make it with him. But he said, "I can't deal with someone who's uptight."
"Who's uptight?" I asked, sharply. "I just don't want to become a dyke."
"Go with the flow!" he told me. "Don't spend so much time worrying about things."
After another week I took his advice and I ended up back in bed with him and with Susan. It was really terrific the wonderfully sexual thing that the three of us had together.
But the thing that eventually convinced me that I wasn't really a lesbian was a talk that I had with myself. I sat down in my room alone and said, "When I frig my pussy what do I think about? What is it that gets me turned on and hot?"
It didn't take much effort for me to answer that question. The thing that always got me hot was cocks and the idea of a guy fucking me. In fact, it wasn't only the cock inside my pussy that made me hot, it was the guy's entire body.
When I would be fingerfucking my cunt I would be thinking about running my hands over a guy's arms while he was holding me and pressing my fingers down against the firmly muscled cheeks of his ass as he pumped in and out of my twat.
If that was what I thought about when I was alone and was free to think about anything that I wanted to, I figured that that was enough evidence of my heterosexuality.
As for the fact that I enjoyed feeling Susan's body next to mine, I figured that it was just because her body felt nice and it was a change of pace. When I think back on it and remember the fun that Susan and I had together, I still feel that playing with another pussy is a hot idea. It feels just like mine.
Then I got accepted to graduate school in Los Angeles and I felt a strange loss inside of me. It wasn't as though I could have called Gary my boyfriend even though we were sleeping together three or four nights a week, sometimes even without Susan present.
But our relationship had started with the idea that we were both purely hedonistic and that we were just doing everything for the physical pleasure.
I was actually embarrassed to try to tell him that I was feeling more than that for him. I know that I never could have had the courage to admit that I was feeling some emotional attachment for Susan. She and I never had sex together without Gary present.
When I left the college that was the end of our relationship. But my pussy still tingles when I think about the wonderful times that I had in bed with Gary and Susan.