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Sex Life of a Nymphomaniac
The Sex Life of a Nymphomaniac
By Jill Vincent
Hi. I’m Jill. My boyfriend asked me to tell you about myself for this site.
I’ve always had a knock-out, sexy body and enjoyed making good use of it. I am 42-23-36, 110#, 5’2”, Caucasian, blonde, blue-eyed, with DD bra, and I’ve been that way since I was a teenager. With exercise and lifting weights daily, I keep my figure in shape to keep guys attracted to me. I carefully choose my clothes to accentuate my figure, which means low cut to show off my breasts and short enough to show plenty of leg and barely cover my ass. My nice panties get to be seen if I am careless, and I often am. Just raising my arms gives a quick peep show flash in an aisle at some store. After all, when you have a nice figure, why would you want to hide it? So I make sure the guys can see what they want and because of that, they give me the attention I want.
Makes me happy to see how guys respond to me when I am in public. Getting their attention is sort of addictive really. It strokes my ego and makes me happy to see the looks they give me and watch them struggle to hide the reaction of their penises inside their pants. It’s the funniest thing to watch a guy’s eyes bug out and see him grab his crotch and look for a place to hide in the store while his penis uncontrollably becomes erect inside his pants. It’s a powerful feeling of control over them to cause them to lose control of their bodies and emotions and turn away for cover to keep from making a scene of their own. It’s always been this way and I love it.
It started when I was a teenager. That’s when I started dressing the way I do in school to get the attention of boys. I seemed to instinctively know how to dress and what to do to get their attention. Guys immediately started asking me for dates but my parents refused to let me out of the house. So I would stay up late and sneak out of my bedroom window for several hours just to be with a boy in his car.
I got several books about sex and kept them hidden in my bedroom, reading them intently to learn everything I could. I was intrigued by everything I could learn about sex and intensely driven to know more. Nothing made me happier or gave me more pleasure than reading and learning about sex. Soon I was way ahead of my girl friends in sexual knowledge. They often asked me questions or listened to me explain what sex was all about and how to enjoy it the most. Those sex books told me everything I needed to know so I knew what to do even before I had the opportunity with a boy.
When I sneaked out of my bedroom window as a young teenager to be with a boy in his car for the first time, I quickly realized that I knew more than he did when we parked and started talking and petting. I was not bashful or shy about wanting to put my sexual knowledge to work on that late night “date.” I met the boy several days earlier and he parked at some secluded location near my house.
Jimmy was the first guy I met that way. After he parked down some dark, secluded road behind some trees, I suggested we get in the back seat so we would have more room to “love each other.” He wanted to talk, kiss, and touch my breasts, but I had a lot more in mind. During that first kiss I fumbled anxiously with the buttons of his shirt to open it. I hurriedly put my hand inside to rub his chest. He nervously unbuttoned my shirt and did the same to me, reaching his hand inside my shirt, nervously grabbing one of my breasts on top of my bra, expecting me to stop him. But I let him do what he wanted and encouraged him. My actions quickly caused him to groan as his penis responded inside his pants. His hand squeezed each of my breasts on top of my bra with no objections from me. That pleased and excited him. From that moment, we were sexually out of control.
He was shocked when I continued to take the lead, moved my hand down to his jeans and unzipped them. Assuming his cooperation, I jerked his jeans open and pulled out his penis and testicles to his utter amazement at my aggressive behavior. He was stunned at how quickly we were progressing. He cautiously moved his hand inside the top of my bra to grip my breasts as I handled his penis. He still expected me to stop him but I was busy with his penis and balls and paid no attention to his hand now caressing my bare breasts. After a few more kisses and fingering his quickly enlarging penis, I bent down and put his penis deeply inside my mouth, anxiously sucking it like a piece of delicious candy that I wanted to devour. After several times of taking his penis deeply inside my mouth, he completely surrendered to my agenda as my mouth rapidly bobbed up and down on his rigid penis.
He opened the rest of the buttons on my shirt and removed it. He pulled my bra up over both breasts, putting his hands on both of them as I continued to savagely fuck my mouth with his penis. His penis stayed rigid as I moved my mouth up and down on it repeatedly, eagerly and aggressively putting into practice what I had been reading about. He was several steps behind me with my breasts as I viciously sucked and devoured his penis, now starting to swallow and deep-throat him. His moaning and groaning pleasure sounds were loud, so it was obvious to me that I was doing the right thing. I thought about what I had read, and it was working!
I started deep-throating his hard penis into my throat and that put him over the edge quickly. After only a few more minutes and much moaning and groaning, he started cuming inside my mouth and throat as he continued to handle both of my bare breasts with my full blessing. I loved it as he came inside my throat, continuing to deep-throat him then easier with his semen lubrication and swallowing as much of his semen as possible as he totally lost it emotionally and sexually. His penis exploded with several massive bursts inside my mouth as I kept going all the way down on him in savage sexual aggression. Some of his massive load was also flowing out of my mouth and down his penis. I could tell that a girl had never done that for him and he was appalled at me for doing it. I knew that he had jacked off many times from our earlier conversations, but I also knew that he had never been with a girl in this way.
At that point I felt totally in control of Jimmy as he continued to enjoy what I was doing to his erect penis, driving him deeply into my throat as he finished cuming in my mouth. He finished cuming inside my mouth with me devouring his semen and savagely deep-throating his penis. I continued cleaning his penis with my tongue and mouth until his penis became soft and flaccid. After I removed him penis from my mouth, I finished undressing both of us and we lay naked on the back seat of his car for half an hour or so. Then with more hand motions from me on his genitals, I got his penis hard again and moved under him with my back on the seat. He took the hint, entered me with his rigid penis and quickly took my virginity. But I was ready for that and desperately wanting it. Reading is one thing, but doing it is the much better.
As soon as he entered me, he pumped me hard and fast on the back seat of his car for only a five or ten minutes until he lost it again and started cuming inside me. Remembering what I read, I moved my hips under his hard thrusting penis to get the most feeling I could from his rapidly thrusting penis. Jimmy soon collapsed on my chest after expending himself for the second time, this time inside my pussy. Months earlier I had already convinced my parents and doctor that I needed to be on birth control pills so I felt safe when he came inside me.
We dressed and he took me home. I sneaked back inside my bedroom window and went to bed, thrilled and very content with what I had just experienced with sex. I was eager to find another boy to meet me in the same manner for a new and different experience. I loved the feeling of sucking a guy’s penis inside my mouth. Also, being pumped with a young, hard penis was fantastic. I had rubbed myself to make me cum when he came although I had to hurry to do it.
After that, I wanted to learn from other boys at school and not waste time with Jimmy who did not even know what I knew about sex. So usually about once a week I would sneak out of the house to have sex with some new guy I wanted to spend time with in his car, often in the same secluded parking spot that I had suggested to Jimmy.
Soon I realized that I knew more than almost all high school guys I met this way for parking in their cars. I only had to have sex one time in the back seat of a guy’s car to know if I could learn anything by continuing to see him. Usually I knew more than he did so I moved on to the next boy I could find. The guys I had sex with in this way wanted to date me again, but I refused them after one time in their car, house, or in a park. I did not just want sex with the same boy again and again. I wanted to learn more about sex, which disappointingly was usually nothing I did not already know from reading.
Finally two years later my parents let me “start” formally dating with guys arriving at early hours and returning me late at night. That is when my sexual experiences went into high gear because I had more time. We could then go more places and have longer to play around, having sex in the guy’s home, car, out by the lake on a blanket, in a closet in a building, on a blanket in the park, and on and on any place we could find. And I was allowed to date several nights a week.
Again I wanted to date each boy only once and then move on to the next boy, thirsty for new sexual knowledge but rarely finding it with guys my age. Soon I realized that I would have to date older guys to learn anything new, so I did. Some guys I approached for dates were even ten or twenty years older, but older guys seemed to be what I needed to learn more about sex. So I kept looking to older and older men for dates. After a year, I was dating guys old enough to be my father.
About two years after I started dating, having sex on every date, my dad and I drove to a summer camp one day just before my junior year in high school when I was almost sixteen. The drive was several hours and we had lots of time to talk. The subject of sex came up in the car and we talked a lot about it during the trip. I could see that I was shocking my daddy by admitting that I knew so much about sex. He doubted me at first until I told him about several of the guys I dated and what we did on dates, in sexually explicit detail. He was shocked at what I knew and got really quiet as I revealed how I seduced several different guys I dated and what we did in the back seat of their cars and elsewhere.
My father asked a few questions about my aggressive actions towards those boys that I talked about having sex with and then mostly listened as I described how much I enjoyed sex and how I knew how to have an orgasm myself every time during intercourse. Surprising even to myself, I gave my daddy intimate details about what I did sexually with many of those guys. I felt my pussy becoming wet as I talked about the sexual details of my dates. Maybe I wanted to impress him with what I knew; maybe I subconsciously wanted to seduce my dad. I don’t know. I enjoyed telling him and he enjoyed listening. I noticed his penis getting hard inside his trousers.
We were at that moment driving through the trees of a forest within a few miles of our destination when my father suddenly pulled off the road without explanation and drove through the trees far enough off the road so as not to be seen by passersby. I had a suspicion what he was doing but he said nothing. My dad was taking me parking like the guys I dated. He parked the car well off the road and turned off the engine. Then he turned to me and said demandingly, “I want YOU to show me everything you know about sex!”
I grinned with a big, wicked smile. “Okay, daddy, if you want sex, we need to get in the back seat!” Without hesitation, we both moved to the back seat. I proceeded to undress my dad. His penis was uncut and larger than I expected when I opened his pants, larger than any of the guys I had dated. Dad’s penis was also my first uncut penis to work on. I started anxiously and viciously sucking on his penis until he came inside my mouth. That was a nervous experience sucking on my dad’s penis and deep-throating him only because he was my dad, but I gave him everything I knew to do and went all out to please him. I was already dating guys his age so it was not that much different in many ways. I anxiously gave daddy a really good blow job and put everything I knew into it. He came really hard inside my throat, shooting lots of semen into my throat and moaning and groaning loudly as I often swallowed and deep-throated his penis in a fast rhythmic motion. I swallowed his semen like a pro and cleaned his penis with my mouth and tongue. Daddy lay back in the seat totally amazed and sexually exhausted and satisfied at what I had just done for him sexually. I don’t think that he expected anything more at that point.
But then I undressed myself and lay naked on the seat beside him, vigorously stroking daddy’s penis like I was eager for more. My actions on his penis soon caused him to regain his erection. I then let him fuck me for the next thirty minutes until he came hard inside me, pumping me in several positions in the back seat of our car. Having sex with my daddy did not bother me at all, but I could see that it was having a profound effect on him and would be something he would need to deal with personally afterwards. He pumped me nervously and viciously hard in the back seat as he finished cuming deep inside me, driving and thrusting his semen deeply inside me. Daddy was so nervous as he fucked me and came inside me that he reminded me of some of the older guys I dated.
He knew that I was on birth control pills so he did not worry about getting me pregnant. I rubbed myself enough to also cum just before he finished and pulled out. We dressed and drove the rest of the way to the summer camp in total silence except that I sat close to him rubbing his penis inside his pants as he stuck his fingers up my shorts and inside my vagina. Occasionally he laid a hand down inside my shirt and inside my bra.
I knew my relationship with my daddy would be forever changed after that. I kissed him sensuously by probing my tongue deeply inside his mouth while also grabbing his crotch and squeezing it just before I exited the car for my week at the camp. I guess that was my way of telling him that everything was okay with me and he could expect more back at home later.
A week after camp and back at home, my dad came into my room and closed the door, admitting that sex with mom was not as good as sex with me and begging me for more. I mean he cried and begged me for sex on my terms, whatever I wanted. I felt like I was in total control over my daddy at that moment. I smiled and told him I would be happy to have sex with him any time he wanted, knowing that it would get me special treatment around the house and in dating. So I kept having sex with him on a regular basis, usually late at night after mom was asl**p in their bedroom.
Dad’s entire attitude towards me changed drastically after camp and regular sex back at home. He then agreed to let me do whatever I wanted in dating and argued with mom to give me more freedom and “let her grow up” as he called it. I had my dad “by the balls” so to speak, and he knew it but craved more sex with me and therefore did not care. I knew that I was free to do whatever I wanted.
So I kept having sex with daddy for the next two years until I went to college, servicing him as I thought of it, and my privileges around the house greatly improved. Basically, whatever I wanted I got. I actually learned a lot by having regular sex with my daddy.
Dad would create opportunities for us to have sex. He would take me places with him in the car and asked me to suck him off on the way there and back. He also found lots of secluded places to park. We tried a number of ideas and sometimes he took me places out away from home for sex, even renting a motel room several times on out-of-town trips just the two of us. Dad even wanted to have sex occasionally in my anus, which I had never done, so we did and I learned how to do that too. Everything he wanted from my mother that she refused to do, he knew he could do with me so we did it. I fulfilled my daddy’s sexual fantasies that mom refused to do for him.
On several occasions, dad would have a friend of his in the car with us and this other guy was included in an orgy with my daddy. Dad was a sexual a****l, just like me, and he wanted sex every time he could get it and seemed starved in his marriage to my mother. By having sex with me more and more, he had sex with mom less and less, which created problems for their marriage. They later divorced over this.
I continued dating through my high school years but usually older men from a nearby college and guys in our community, even married men. I had sex on every date with each new guy I met, still never wanting to date the same guy more than once. I got better at dressing provocatively and how to react to guys to get them to date me, always making it perfectly clear that I would only date each new guy once and that would be the deal. So each guy did everything he could sexually on that first date, realizing that this was his one and only chance for sex with me.
By graduation, I easily crushed all my competition to be elected Homecoming Queen. My girl friends in high school knew what I was doing but were not inclined to please the guys sexually the way I naturally did for years.
In college I continued to date boys but again only once with sex on the first date and often dating older men, graduates working on additional degrees, guys working on the construction sites on campus, campus maintenance, etc. Gradually, I learned new techniques, positions, and methods to use during sex, but it took a lot of guys and a lot of fucking to complete my sexual education. Learning a little here and there gradually completed my sex education so that I had more and more confidence when in the act of having sex and knowing what to do to be sure I had an orgasm and the guy came several times during the date.
Having dated hundreds of guys during the years of completing my education, I knew that I could never be satisfied being restricted to sex with any one man. So when I met my husband, I made it clear to him from the start that he could have me sexually and we could get married as long as he could handle me continuing to have total freedom to date and fuck other guys. I was very matter-of-fact about that, “you HAVE to give me the freedom to date other guys during a marriage or else we simply cannot get married.”
With those terms clearly explained and him understanding a lot of my past just explained, my husband agreed to marry me, believing that he would enjoy a fantastic sex life but must share me with other guys as the price he would simply have to accept.
So my husband and I dated. I continued to date and have sex with many other guys during our dating time, revealing to him what I was doing with other guys to make sure he would be okay with it or else we needed to cancel the marriage. At times I was not available to date him because I was dating some new guy that I had met, wanting sex with him that evening and not my fiancé. Slowly my husband adjusted his thinking to be okay with my sexual desires with other men, not feeling challenged or inferior in any way with the guys I dated. Actually, I think he tried harder to please me sexually by continuously having this competition.
Anyway, we got married. I shocked him by being in bed with one of the hotel butlers when he returned to our honeymoon hotel suite one afternoon. He walked in on the black guy pumping me fast and furious on our honeymoon bed. I insisted that he stand and watch the guy continue while the guy came inside me and observe my orgasm with this stranger. By that time, he was okay with it although stunned that I would have some stranger fuck me in front of him in our honeymoon bed the day after our wedding. But I knew that I had to make a statement about my marital intentions and be sure that my new husband was honest about accepting me as I am and letting me enjoy sex with whoever I wanted in spite of being married to him. You should have seen the look on his face when he watched this black butler ram fuck me fast and furious with his huge penis on our honeymoon bed and cum inside me, and then my sucking his black penis clean before he left the room.
After the black guy left the room, my husband and I talked. Even as much as I had tried to prepare him, he was still stunned at my sexual needs and bold behavior. This was his first opportunity to actually watch another man fuck me. He certainly realized that I was not k**ding in any way about my intentions of having sex with any guy I wanted any time I wanted during our marriage. I knew I could get the marriage annulled at that point if he did not accept my sexual demands for sex outside our marriage. Even as much as I had tried to prepare him for this, he was still having a hard time adjusting to my sexual needs. Gradually, my husband learned to accept this as a condition for our marriage.
To keep my husband aware of my sexual intentions with other men during our marriage, I regularly made a point of having some new guy in the process of fucking me when my husband came home from work. Some guy and I might be on the kitchen table, on the couch, in the back yard, or in a bedroom. But regardless, I timed my sexual encounters to coincide with my husband arriving home from work so that he could clearly see what I was doing with other guys. I knew I had to maintain this attitude of openness about my sex life in our marriage and not let him fall into the fantasy that I would be exclusively his.
After a couple years of marriage, I arranged for guys to come over to the house and pick me up for a date with my husband home and watching me leave. I started doing that to expand my possibilities.
Sometimes at the grocery store even if my husband was with me, I would invite some guy in the store home with me (or us) and we would fuck in front of my husband for several hours until each of us was satisfied. My husband might visit the room where we were fucking or he might be elsewhere, but I made a point of doing it in front of him and not trying to hide anything. I knew I had to continue my open marriage to maintain it. Sometimes I encouraged my husband to join us for threesome sex.
On a few occasions, a guy would arrive to pick me up for a date with several of his friends in the car. We would then go to his house or apartment and have a wild sexual orgy for hours before he returned me home, usually with me stumbling d***k during the wee hours of the morning after having sex with a number of guys for a number of hours. It was wild and fun, like being married and single at the same time.
This activity of mine I knew was the ultimate test for my husband to willingly accept, but he did pretty well since I had gradually progressed him to that point in our relationship.
Maybe out of spite or maybe just his normal reaction, my husband would sometimes be in bed with another woman and sometimes even two women when I arrived back at home after an evening out. Then I had to watch him fuck these other women and be okay with it myself. But I had done so much sexually myself that I was hardly in a position to complain.
As our marriage progressed, I became bolder about exposing myself in public. In spite of my low cut dresses which barely covered my ass, I learned to not wear underwear and randomly flash guys in the grocery aisle, parking lot and elsewhere. The reaction from the guys was priceless and entertaining for me as I showed them my breasts and pussy when they were in no position to do anything about it.
On a few occasions, some guy would guide me into the back aisle of a store or behind several parked cars during darkness and fuck me hard and deep until he came inside me. It was somewhat dangerous being publicly exposed, but excitingly different to be fucked in a public place with an element of risk of exposure. I had several wild orgasms this way in the back aisles of a super market or out in the parking lot while customers walked nearby. Sometimes my husband was standing there with me and this guy I chose to fuck me which made the experience all the more bizarre.
I had sex with several black guys from time to time on a regular basis, usually at my home having an orgy when I husband arrived home from work. Although stunned at first, he soon came to except these athletic black guys with humongous dicks fucking me deeper that he ever could with his normal penis.
No repair man or men were ever allowed to come to our house without fucking me before he or they left as part of the deal. The same was true for the guy and his crew who cut the grass.
I had sex with all the neighbor guys without their wives knowing. That way, when my husband and I came home and I walked naked into our house with the neighbor guy looking, he did not dare say anything about it to authorities. The neighbor guys did all their own yard work, so it was easy for me to put on a brief naked show for them as I walked naked the thirty feet from the car to our front door. From time to time neighbor guys would make some excuse to stop by the house or come over just to talk because they knew we would always ended up fucking somewhere in the house as my way of saying thank you for their visit.
I started having sex more than once with some guys after I married. Neighbor guys got the most repeat business, but also repair guys and certain guys I dated if I liked them and wanted to have fun with them again. So I made exceptions for a few guys while still refusing the majority of new guys I met if they were not fun enough during sex.
I was widely known in our local area as the woman who would fuck ANY man if given the opportunity. My only response to that was, unless you have ever experienced doing that, you have no idea how much fun it can be.
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