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Fucking a nympho
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Unfortunately I wasn't born with Robert Redfords good looks nor
with the self confidence that usually accompanies such
features. Fortunately (for me) few people do, so my average
looks have kept me satiated with a more or less steady repartee
of friends and lovers. Still, the really wild times were
something that always seemed to happen to someone else, or
at least they were until last Tuesday afternoon.
I was sitting peacefully in my psychologists office waiting to
deal with my mid-life crisis when an absolutely incredible
woman strolled through the front door and sat down across from
me. Her legs were half as long as I am tall, ended in 12" of
skirt, perfectly curved hips, a 24" waist, and a pair of the
nicest breasts that money could buy. By the time my eyes made it
to her face I realized that I'd been holding my breath since her
ankles. Thank God her face was merely pretty, it's unnerving to
encounter someone that beautiful outside of MTV. Pretending she
was an old friend, (old trick - act natural) I asked her what
she was in for. She looked at me sideways, flashed me a gleaming
white smile and said "nymphomania".
Maintaining my composure, I offered her my sincerest condolences
and preceded to tell her about my dear aunt Martha who was
inflicted with the same misfortune and about poor uncle Arthur
whose heart eventually gave way under the strain.
I was just about to tell her about Aunt Martha's collection of
antique clockwork vibrators when Dr. Masters came out looking
perplexed. He admitted that we had been double booked and asked
if we'd mind doing a group session adding some PR about how
it might be good for both of us in this stage of our therapy.
Well I can tell you I was disappointed, but what the hell why
make a scene...
To make a long story short we pulled up to my place about 4:00 in
the afternoon, we both had had a few getting to know you drinks
at the local cantina and feeling no pain, we laughed and giggled
our way to the bedroom leaving a trail of personal artifacts in
our wake. She threw herself down on the bed, legs spread and hips
grinding the air. I followed her down, kissing the inside of
those long smooth legs at mid thigh, slowly working my way toward
the origin of the most incredibly sexual smell I have ever
encountered. Her pubics were light strawberry blond and very
sparse. I had an unobscured view of her erect hard clit which I
gently licked and sucked. She was Bubbling with juices and
rocking from side to side in little shuddering movements. Well,
maybe the shuddering movements were mine, who can remember. She
pulled my face into her as I darted my tongue into that that open
crevice of delectable nectars. I slid it a bit deeper with every
stroke feeling her body tense a little more with every
repetition. Her body convulsed into an intense shaking orgasm as
she let out a scream which very likely had my neighbors summoning
the swat team. I came very close to coming with her.
We both lay dripping with sweat though I hadn't really worked
very hard. Looking down at me she threw a wry smile and raised
her eyebrows a couple of times in quick succession. Happily, I
knew just what she was eluding to, my cock was harder than
Chinese Algebra and I was in need. Had it been any harder I
would have probably passed out from the drop in blood pressure. I
was just sliding it into her sweet, warm, silky smooth pit when
her head jerked up and cocked to one side. Suddenly she literally
threw me off of her screaming "Oh My God It's my husband!". I
jumped up, grabbed my underwear, putting it on backward while
hopping on one foot. She was running around grabbing up clothing,
throwing what didn't belong to her to the wind. Suddenly it
dawned on me that we were at my house and it couldn't possibly be
her husband. She must of come to same realization because we
stopped, looked at each other and burst out laughing. I grabbed
her and pulled her still naked body to me carrying her back to
the bed. She was still giggling and explaining that she really
had heard a noise when at that moment so did I, as my wife
slammed the door calling "Honey I'm home".
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