I'm a Nympho Parts one and two.
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LadyGrey

Nympho. Part one

I was quite excited when Greg came home and told me that Peter his boss had given us first option on his lodge in the Lake district, and what was even more interesting he had offered to run us up there to see the place at the weekend.

What excited me was not only the thought of having a lodge where we could spend weekends, but also the thought of spending a day with Peter. I had the hots for the guy from the moment I was first introduced to him at an office party, and I knew from the way he had looked at me he had similar feelings.

Let me explain a little about myself. My name's Laura; I'm 34, a brunette, 5'6" in my heels. I'm told I have a stunning figure, and who am I to argue with that? Been married to Greg for seven years and I still love the guy. I just have one problem: I'm a nymphomaniac. That is, I love sex and can't get enough of it. Greg does his best, but I need more so we have an arrangement: I'm free to satisfy my needs with other guys as long a I don't keep things from him and I'm open about it.

Things have worked out well so far. In fact, better than I expected, especially when I discovered that Greg actually enjoys seeing me getting fucked by other guys. It really turns him on so I get two for the price of one as he can't wait to slide into my wet pussy that's been already well lubricated by another guy.

It was about four years ago that I began to realise that I had this problem. I was demanding more and more sex from Greg, and although he tried to satisfy my demands, he was not able to totally satisfy my needs. I was turning to other methods like self gratification.

When things became really bad I sought out medical advice from our local GP and was given an appointment to see a Dr Patel who specialized in theses problems. On my first appointment, after listening to what I had to say, he explained that there was no known treatment for hyper sexuality. Medication could be used to lesson the sexual urges, but these, he told me, had side affects, and as I was a normal healthy woman he would not recommend them.

He said that he would like to examine me to make sure there were no other problems that were contributing to my condition. He asked me to go into the next room and undress and put on a gown.

Once I was ready he came in and helped me up onto an examination couch. Then he lifted up my gown until it was around my waist. Of course I immediately began to feel aroused knowing that this quite attractive dark skinned doctor was looking at my pussy.

He started to examine me by gently pressing on my stomach, working his way down until his hands were gently brushing against the neatly trimmed band of pubic hair that led up from my pussy lips.

"Will you spread your legs for me, Laura? I need to do an internal examination."

I spread my legs a little hesitantly at first, knowing that I was now displaying my most intimate areas to this man whom I had known only about fifteen minutes.

When he first touched my pussy lips parting them gently, I had to bite my lips to stop myself groaning with pleasure.

"You are already quite moist, Laura," he said quietly slipping his fingers further in. "Do you find this is something that occurs quite easily?"

I nodded. "As soon as I'm touched, Doctor," I said a little breathlessly He smiled and nodded and began to work his fingers around inside me. I had to grip the side of the couch to stop myself crying out, but it was when he touched my clit that already felt swollen that I could restrain myself no longer and let out a breathless sigh.

He rotated my clit and nodded slowly. "Your clitoris is quite enlarged," he commented, "but that's not uncommon with women who have your condition."

I was breathing heavily now and I was unable to stop myself thrusting my hips up to encourage even more penetration from his thrusting fingers. "Please, Doctor!" I muttered breathlessly, "I can't stand it." He smiled. "You want relief, don't you? Well, that's a very natural reaction. Just lie back, my dear."

I did as he requested, and his fingers started working inside me, thrusting deep into my hole. I lay back, pushed up my gown, and gripped my breasts, groaning with pleasure and pleading with him not to stop. He was an expert, and I wondered to myself just how many women had lain on this couch and received the same treatment. The next thing I knew, I was begging him to do me harder as my climax grew, and I cried out in pleasure as I at last gained relief.

He smiled as he wiped his hands on a towel. "Well, everything seems to be working well enough. You are just a healthy young woman with a higher than normal sexual urge." He passed me a towel so that I could clean myself up.

I sat up on the couch and looked at him. Then I noticed the bulge in his smart pin striped trousers. It seemed I was not the only one to be aroused. I smiled to myself and reached out and ran my hand over the bulge feeling the thick rod stiffen even further.

"And you seem to be a man with a higher than normal sexual urge," I said gripping him tightly, "and I think we could both do with some more treatment."

He looked at me and a smile crossed his face. "I'm sure another bout of therapy would do us both some good," he said loosening his belt and allowing his trousers to drop to the floor. His cock stood out tenting his colorful boxers, and I had some trouble extricating it. When I did finally get it out, I marveled at its length and girth and I only just managed to get my hand around it. I eased myself to the edge of the exam couch and spread my legs wide. I was still gripping his cock, and I rubbed it up against my already wet pussy lips. He pushed himself forward and slowly and perceptibly he eased his massive tool inside my welcoming body. He seemed to fill me to capacity; then he rested there deep inside me.

"Are you ready for your treatment, Laura?" he said with a smile. I nodded urgently. "Oh, please, Doctor," I groaned. "Give me some treatment."

He smiled again and took hold of my gown and pulled it off altogether leaving me naked. He eyed my breasts hungrily as he started slowly to fuck me, gripping my buttocks to give him extra leverage. It was a wonderful feeling; his thick cock filled me and the action as it pumped in and out was awesome.

He leaned me backwards, and moving over me his mouth cupped my breast drawing one erect nipple into his mouth. He bit painfully onto the elongated nub making me cry out. Downstairs, the action continued and I felt the stirrings of a second climax. I cried out again as it continued to build and screamed as the power of it sent my body into contortions. He collapsed over me, sweat dripping off his brow and dripping onto my body. As he withdrew, I felt the juices that he had pumped into me leaking out and running down between my thighs. Cleaned up and back in his office he was once more very professional. He wrote up my notes and said that he would like to see me again in a week's time. I smiled knowingly. "Will I be getting some of the same treatment next time?" I asked with a smile.

"Very likely," he grinned. "It seems to have done you some good; you are looking far more relaxed now."

Back home I told Greg about what had happened at Dr Patel's. He smiled knowingly. "I might have guessed there was no treatment for your problem, but I'm glad the doctor was able to give you some relief."

Then I noticed the large bulge in his pants and grinned. "I think by the look of you and the way I feel we could both do with some special treatment so I guess we'd better get upstairs and take our medicine." Well, anyway that's a bit of an insight into my sexual problems, but back to our trip to the lodge with Peter. Greg had seemed a bit nervous about me spending a day with his boss. He had commented about me being a little too forward when he was around.

"He's a happily married guy and you shouldn't be acting that way. I don't want to lose my job."

I grinned. "I don't think there's any chance of that. I think with Peter the feeling's mutual. Wouldn't you like to see him fuck me?"

"I don't know," he said shaking his head. "I can't say it's not an interesting thought, but he is my boss and from what I've seen he's very much in love with his wife and I don't want you to rock the boat."

I shrugged. "Don't worry, darling; it won't be me who's rocking the boat."

Saturday morning was glorious. We were up early as Peter said he would be picking us up around nine. After a quick breakfast I showered, did my hair and make up, and slipped on a brief white thong. I was going to wear a bra, but after I decided on a strappy sundress, I decided not to bother. I didn't really need one, and anyway I liked the way my unrestrained breasts moved and my ever erect nipples were displayed.

When Greg saw me he shook his head. "You look great, but you're really pushing the limits, aren't you, darling?"

I smiled. "I'm only displaying the goods. You never know, it might help to get us an even better deal on the lodge."

Peter arrived early. He smiled and told me how nice I looked as he led us out to his car, a Mercedes E type convertible. He already had the top down, and like the gentleman he was, he held the door open for me to slide into the back seat. I managed this and in the process displayed rather a lot of leg. I saw the interested look on his face. I smiled to myself; he might be a happily married guy, but that wasn't to say he wasn't open to other offers.

It was a couple of hours drive up to the lakes, and we stopped on the way for a drink and to pick up some food. "The lodge is well stocked, but it's nice to have fresh food," Peter commented. We bought some steaks and some fresh bread and salad and Greg bought four bottles of wine. With all the items stored in the boot we completed our journey up to the lodge.

Peter had been telling us about the place on the journey up. It sounded idyllic, but seeing it for the first time I fell in love with it. It was a pine built lodge set a few feet back from a lake. A small jetty and moorings stretched out into the lake, and a large veranda at the front looked over the lake. Inside, a large room incorporated a lounge and dining area and a well fitted kitchen. Upstairs there were three bedrooms, two en suite. On exploring the outside I found on the veranda there was a hot tub and a shower. This place had everything and now that I had seen it I really wanted it.

Peter took Greg out and showed him the small boat house attached to the side of the lodge. Inside was a dingy with an outboard. I watched as between them they wheeled it down to the lake, and we climbed on board. I sat in the middle with Greg up front and Peter on the motor. He took us out into the lake and showed us that the lodges around the lake were about half a mile apart so they were very private. We sailed across the lake and pulled into an area where there were a couple of large buildings. Peter explained that this was the main offices. There was a store here where you could get gas supplies and fuel for your boat and a small store that carried most essentials.

We pulled up beside a large jetty where several other boats were tied up including a fast looking speed boat. Peter explained that this belonged to security who were always on hand in case of problems. We climbed out of the boat and were walking down the jetty when I saw a powerful looking guy in shorts and a shirt with a security logo and the name Steve stitched across the breast pocket coming toward us. As he approached, he stopped and spoke to Peter who introduced us as probably the new tenants of his lodge.

He smiled and shook hands with a powerful grip. He gripped my hand and looked me straight in the face; then his eyes moved down to my breasts. I felt my nipples stiffen as he nodded slowly. "Very nice to meet you, Laura. I'm sure I'll see a lot more of you if you decide to buy Pete's place." I smiled to myself. This place just gets better and better.

Peter showed us around the complex, introduced us to people, and we had a drink in the bar before returning to the lodge. Back at the lodge I started preparing the food for the evening meal. Peter switched on the sports channel, and Greg walked out onto the jetty and tried his hand at fishing.

I made a salad up and chopped onions and garlic to go with the steak. As I was doing this, Peter came over to the kitchen and asked if I wanted a glass of wine. I nodded. "That would be very nice," I said and he poured out two generous glasses. He handed me one and then went back to his sports. I cleared away and then went over to where he was sitting on the sofa and joined him.

"Nice wine," I said taking a sip.

He nodded. "I agree, but I'd better not drink too much if I have to drive you home."

I smiled at him. "Well, we could always stay; there's plenty of room." He looked at me and nodded. "I agree, but I'm not sure Alison would be too pleased."

I reached out and placed my hand on his leg. "It might be interesting spending a night with you."

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then placed his hand over mine and squeezed it. "And what would Greg have to say about that?"

I moved my hand up a little higher. "He wouldn't mind; we have an arrangement."

He looked surprised. "What sort of arrangement?"

"I'm allowed to do my own thing as long as I don't hide it from him."

"You mean he lets you sleep with other guys and doesn't mind?"

"Well, we don't do a lot of sleeping if you get my drift," I said with a smile as I moved my hand even higher until my fingers were almost touching the bulge that had suddenly appeared in his pants. Suddenly he put his glass down and leaned over and pulled me towards him. Our lips met in a long sensuous kiss, our tongues entwining as we thrust them down each other's throat. My hand finally reached its goal and I cupped the hard shape of his cock. He groaned and pulled me even closer.

At last we pulled away, both of us breathing heavily. "Greg's only outside; he could come back at any moment," he said breathlessly.

"I told you it's not a problem." With this I moved over till I was sitting on his lap. I wound my hands around his neck and pulled his face down to mine. Beneath my legs I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into me, the cock I now so desperately wanted to feel inside me.

We broke apart and he looked at me. "You are a stunning woman, Laura. I've wanted you from the first time we were introduced. You have an incredible figure." He moved one hand up and cupped a breast. "Wonderful," he said as he gently squeezed my breast and his thumb flicked across my already erect nipple.

I loosened my arms from around his neck and slid the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders, easing the dress down around my waist. He looked at my naked breasts in wonderment like a young kid who has just been given a big box of candy. "They are all yours," I said softly.

He grasped them both, his fingers digging into the firm flesh making me gasp. Then he leaned forward and kissed each protruding nipple in turn before drawing one into his mouth and suckling on it like a hungry baby.

I let him enjoy himself for a while before I pulled away and stood. I eased the dress down over my hips until it slid to the floor. I stood before him all but naked in nothing but my brief white thong.

I stepped out of the dress and smiled as I got down on my knees before him. He knew where I was going and parted his legs expectantly. I loosened the waistband of his trousers, eased down his zip, and with some difficulty I freed his cock, already hard and erect. The veins down the sides bulged and the deep purple head glistened with a sheen of precum.

I saw him glance at the door as my head came down, and he groaned as I ran my tongue over the glistening head before I engulfed him with my mouth. I drew him deep into my throat swirling my tongue around the hard shaft as my hands fondled his balls.

It was not long before I felt him straining himself. The excitement of the whole thing had been too much for him; he was trying to hold himself back, but that was not what I wanted. I wanted to feel his hot cum sliding down my throat. I redoubled my efforts and suddenly he could restrain himself no longer. He came with a gush; I almost gagged as his juices filled my mouth and throat, but I finally managed to swallow them down, and then I sucked him dry.

As his now semi hard cock slipped out of my mouth, he looked down at me. "That was awesome, absolutely incredible; my God, you are wonderful."

I smiled up at him. "Glad you liked it. Now have you something for me?" He nodded as he helped me to my feet and stood looking at me, his hands slowly caressing my bottom. Then he gripped the waist band of my thong and slowly pulled it down till it dropped to my feet around my ankles. He leaned forward and kissed my pussy lips. I shivered as he ran his tongue between them.

"I need fucking now, Peter," I groaned.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Well, I have just what you need," he said looking down to his lap. I looked down; thankfully his cock was fully erect once again, standing like a flagpole. "Can you make use of this?"

I grinned as I straddled him and knelt on the sofa. He steadied his shaft as I lowered myself onto it. I gasped as it slowly penetrated me, but I kept up the pressure until I was sitting on his lap and his wonderful cock was fully inserted.

I sat there moving myself gently, enjoying the pleasure of a hard cock filling me completely. I heard a slight noise behind me and I turned to see Greg standing in the door way with an incredulous look on his face. I smiled and puckered my lips in a kiss, then I began fucking myself, rising and falling on the hard shaft. It was a wonderful feeling and it was intensified by the fact that Greg was standing there watching us.

How I managed to prolong the climax I will never know, but I wanted the feeling to go on for ever. At last I could hold it off no longer. As I felt Peter stiffen inside me, I knew he too was near. The end came in a mind blowing climax. The sensation overcame me and I collapsed against Peter gasping for air. We just lay there in each other's arms until our breathing returned to normal. I slowly eased myself off Peter's withered tool and got unsteadily to my feet. I looked across to where Greg was standing watching and saw he was leaning against the wall, his hands thrust deep in his pocket with a glazed expression on his face. I noticed a dark wet stain spreading across the front of his pants.

I made my way over to him, wound my arms around his neck, and pressed my naked body up against him. I kissed him tenderly. "Do you want me?" I murmured in his ear. "Do you want to fuck me while Peter's cum is still in my pussy?" I reached down and was not surprised to find him almost hard again. I rubbed my hand along his shaft and he groaned. I made quick work of his belt and zip and his trousers were around his ankles. I turned around and bent over resting my arms on the dining table. I spread my legs and thrust out my bottom; it was an invitation he couldn't refuse. The next thing I knew he was gripping tightly on to my hips and thrusting into my dripping pussy.

The whole experience was great having been fucked by two guys in quick succession. When Greg had finished I left the two guys downstairs while I went up to shower and clean myself up. Afterwards I fixed my hair, repaired my make up, and then realised that I had not brought up anything to wear. I looked at myself in the long mirror. My breasts were still showing signs of being well handled, but otherwise I thought I looked good. Being without clothes didn't seem to be a problem, and I was sure the guys weren't going to complain so I slipped my feet back into my strappy sandals and made my way back downstairs naked.

By the looks on their faces I think both of them enjoyed watching me as I prepared the meal. I got quite a kick out of them seeing me minus my clothes so much so that I did not bother to dress until Peter decided that it was time to leave. I'm sure I saw a look of disappointment on Peter's face as I slipped into my thong and pulled on my dress.

Peter dropped us off at our place and thanked us both for a most interesting day. When we got inside Greg told me that while I was upstairs taking my shower they had discussed the lodge and Greg had decided to buy it. "The price was a lot less than I expected, and I was wondering if you had anything to do with that."

I smiled. "Well, he certainly enjoyed himself, almost as much as I did." We both laughed.

Later when we talked about the day out with Peter, Greg admitted that it was something he had always fantasized about: seeing me get screwed by another guy. Walking in when we two were doing it had really turned him on, and then actually having sex with me while his boss watched was almost mind blowing. He said that he had often thought about seeing me with the other guys I told him about, but never thought he would actually get the chance to be there and watch. I pulled him too me and kissed him tenderly. "Well, darling, it adds a whole new dimension to our sex lives. It turns me on as well, you being there, so I'm sure we can arrange something in the future.

Nympho Part two I got a surprise call from Dr. Patel during the week. He asked me how I was and said how much he had enjoyed our last meeting. He asked me if I would be interested in helping him out with a project he was involved with. I asked him why he had picked me and he said that after meeting me he thought I would be an ideal subject and that I might even enjoy working with him. I wondered what he meant by enjoy. Would it have anything to do with what he had in his trousers?

I agreed to come along to his consulting rooms on Friday at 1 pm where he would explain things more fully. I smiled to myself.

When Greg returned home that evening I told him about my conversation with Dr Patel, and he said that I should go along and see what he wanted. "And when you return," he said with a grin, "I want to know every little detail of what went on."

On Friday I took a cab and was dropped of at Dr. Patel's. As I rang the bell, my pussy was already feeling warm as I thought about being introduced again to Dr Patel's amazing cock. His receptionist showed me through into his office, and he smiled as I came in. "Nice to see you again, Laura. Sit down and I'll tell you what I'm looking for."

I sat down and deliberately crossed my legs allowing my skirt to rise. I saw the smile on his face as I exposed a little more leg then was really necessary.

"Well, Laura, what I want to talk to you about is some research that I am hoping you will be able to help me with. As you know, hyper sexuality is my specialised subject, and as well as helping people like yourself, I also do research into the subject."

I looked at him and nodded slowly. "Why me particularly?"

He shrugged. "Well, after our meeting last week I think you are an ideal subject."

"And what will the research entail?"

"It's mainly to do with measuring your reactions. On your visit you will have to swallow a small pill; then you will be wired up, and the pill and wiring transmits readings to do with blood pressure, temperature, and other readings related to your body's reaction to stimulation."

"And who will be stimulating me?" I asked with a slight smile.

This time it was his turn to smile. "Myself and maybe other members of my team."

At this revelation I looked a little surprised. "You mean there will be other people there?"

He nodded. There are four of us in my team: Dr Kruger from South Africa and two research students who help out."

I felt myself getting a little warm at this revelation. I was going to be stimulated; I had some idea what that would mean, but the fact that there would be four of them watching made the whole thing a lot more interesting.

Dr Patel must have read the look on my face. "I see the idea of this excites you."

I nodded, blushing slightly.

"Don't worry, my dear; that is what it is all about: getting and measuring your reactions to sex and sexual stimulation. Knowing you as I do, I would imagine you are feeling quite horny. Would like some of my special treatment before you go?"

I nodded. "That might be nice, Doctor."

He smiled. "Just slip your dress off; we don't want to make a mess of it."

I stood up and he watched me as I undid the dress allowing it to fall down. Then I stepped out of it. Under it I was wearing a skimpy white bra and matching thong.

He smiled. "You are a very attractive woman, Laura, and even more attractive when you are naked so I think we'll have everything off today."

"You are a very naughty doctor," I said as I slipped out of my bra and eased the thong over my hips. "Now, where would you like me?" He got up from his desk and walked around to where I was standing. He caressed my breasts and ran a finger between my pussy lips. "Always ready," he said with a smile. Holding up his finger he slipped it into his mouth and licked it clean. "Delicious!" he said with a smile. "Now turn around and lean over my desk. I want to take you doggie style."

I leaned across the desk spreading my legs and thrusting my bottom up in the air. I groaned as I felt him run his hand over my moist pussy. Then he was inserting his wonderful cock into me spreading me open and sinking slowly into my warm wet embrace. His hands reached around and gripped my hanging breasts, cradling them before he went to work on my nipples as he started a slow pumping motion. I thrust myself up against him wanting to feel every delicious centimeter of that wonderful cock deep inside me.

As I said before, he was an expert. He knew when I was about to cum, and he slowed down time and again until I was pleading with him for relief. I don't know how long it lasted, but I could have gone on forever. Sweat was dripping off my nose and making a pool on the polished wooden desk, and by now his breath was coming in short gasps. He gripped my hips, and with a final lunge he erupted, bathing my womb as he gushed inside me. I collapsed onto the desk, and he lay on top of me gasping for air.

At last we regained some composure and struggled to our feet. My legs were like jelly. It was a long time since I had been fucked so thoroughly.

Part three and maybe the start of another storyplease let me know what you think should I carry this on. . There is something about me that I have not mentioned yet, and that is my sexual preference; well, actually I'm bisexual. I was sent to an all girl's Catholic boarding school and that is where I received my initial sexual education, but not from the teachers-- from the other girls, and from one in particular: Karen. She was my best friend and confidant all through my last years at school.

Karen was well versed about sex, and it was her unruly sexual behavior that had made her despairing parents send her to St Mary's in the hope that she would learn the error of her ways. Luckily for me she didn't, and not long after I got to know her, we began a close lesbian relationship. Although I look back fondly on those wonderful times we spent together, I have never had a relationship with another woman since then. Not that I haven't wanted to, but mainly because I have never had the opportunity.

I still look longingly at young attractive women and wonder what it would be like to play some of the games Karen and I played. I enjoyed sex with Karen; women know how to treat women; they know what they like.

Well that was until a few months ago when I first met Christina at my local gym. We got chatting in the Jacuzzi. She had just moved to the area. She was an interesting person, and we carried on our conversation later over coffee. We talked about shopping, our homes, and our husbands. We met once or twice after that, and our chats did of course turn to sexual issues.

She loved her husband very much, but after five years of marriage sex was becoming predictable. It seemed that Alex, her husband, was not one for experimenting so sex with him had become routine. She smiled when I told her that Greg and I didn't have any of these problems. She reached over and took my hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm so pleased for you," she said. "I used to enjoy sex, and I guess I still do, but I'm sorry to say it's almost becoming a chore. In fact, I'm almost getting to the point where I'm looking for fulfillment outside the home."

That first contact between us had been interesting, and I was now looking at her in a new light. Maybe this urge to look for sexual fulfillment outside her home was aimed in my direction. If it were, it would be most interesting as I was quite attracted to her. She was a pretty woman four years younger than I, slim with long legs and small perky breasts. We had been naked together in the gym changing room and in the sauna, and I had caught her looking at me on a couple of occasions; not that I did not look at her, and to be truthful I quite fancied her.