An Uninvited caller
Nymphomaniac: one affected by nymphomania : a female who has an excessive desire for sexual activity.
Nymphomaniac: one affected by nymphomania : a female who has an excessive desire for sexual activity.
I guess I fit that description. I’d just fucked this young man over twenty years my junior for the second time that afternoon and was still desperate for more. Thankfully, with his youth, I was confident he’d be able to supply my needs, but it wasn’t pure sex I needed. It was deviant behaviour that was triggering my libido. I’d smeared my cunt with chocolate. Got him to lick me clean. I’d encouraged him to think of me as his mother. I’d got him to wear my knickers. I wasn’t sure what was next. I’d see where things led.
I got off the bed, stood near his head with my legs apart, lightly fingering myself. “Do you like me being shaven?”
“Not bothered.” His comment was hardly filled with enthusiasm, but I reminded myself he was a teenager, but it gave me an idea. I looked at his cock, surrounded by a light bush of hair. “Perhaps I should shave you,” I said offhandedly, “save getting hairs in my teeth.” (Very romantic!)
“Shit no! What would my parents say?”
“How would they know?”
He hesitated. “I suppose they wouldn’t, but even so…”
“Okay, you’re not keen let’s…”
At that moment my doorbell rang. I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone, and I rarely had unannounced callers.
“Bugger, I’ll ignore it. Hopefully, they’ll go away.”
“Fuck! What’s the time? Mum said she’d collect me about five if I wasn’t back.” John looked panic stricken and stared at his watch. The comment raised some interesting questions as to why Lizzie would think it might take him three hours to hand over a box of chocolates, but that could wait. I looked at my watch. 4.00 o’clock. “Christ, she probably forgot what time she said!”
I told him not to panic. “I’ll go down let her in while you get dressed. I’ll say you’re in the loo.” I threw on a sweater and jeans and went to open the door. I must have looked a mess and suspected anyone with an iota of intelligence would work out what had been happening, but it had to come out sometime.
I opened the door, and relief swept through me. “Oh Carol, it’s you!”
The look on my face must have been a giveaway. “Yes, Hun. Why, who were you expecting?”
“We thought you might be Lizzie.”
“We?” Her eyebrow raised in the most theatrical way. Shit. Still, Carol knew, so it wasn’t a problem. In fact, I had a thought.
“Yes. John’s here. Fancy some fun?”
“Does a bear like honey?” came back the reply as she stepped into the hallway. I closed the door put a finger to my lips and called up the stairs. “Don’t panic John. Not your mother. Get undressed again. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Carol's eyebrows did some more reaching for the sky. “I thought we’d surprise him,” I said by way of explanation. “He has a penchant for sexy undies. I hope you're properly dressed!”
“You know me, Hun. When am I not? Want me disrobed?” Dear Carol, it wasn’t until later I realised how surreal the moment was. She knocks on a friend’s door and gets invited to a threesome. But she didn’t bat an eye.
“Good idea.” She slipped off her blouse and jeans, left them on the floor and followed me upstairs.
“I’ve brought reinforcements,” I announced as I entered the bedroom. John had done as told and was lying on the bed naked wanking himself. As he saw Carol behind me dressed in a matching set of white bra and knickers his initial look of panic was soon changed to one of lust.
I’d been planning for ages to get John fucking another woman but had thought Mary to be the best bet, as she was the same age as me. I’d discounted Carol as she was another generation older than John and I wondering if he’d find that too much. From his initial reaction, I doubted I need to have worried.
“Hi, John. I hope your fantasies include fucking your grandma as much as your mum. I’m Carol.” Great way of introducing herself!
John stammered back a reply. “Oh. Er. Yeah. Okay. I’m John.” Carol wasted no time climbing on the bed and taking over wanking duty. I divested myself of the clothes I’d thrown on to open the door and joined them. It was a good job I’d already extracted two loads of cum out of John, otherwise I think he may have exploded instantly. His eyes were soaking up the images before him, especially Carol's lacy underwear, but he lay immobile. Perhaps wondering if he was dreaming? Or perhaps afraid if he touched her, she’d object. I helped him out. I took his now redundant wanking hand and placed it on Carol's tit. “Help yourself, Granny won’t mind.” Whether his fetish for older women or his incestuous leanings towards his mother went as far as his gran, I didn’t know, but it was as clear as day that he wasn’t averse to the idea.
Carol dropped her head and took his cock in her mouth. John's hand grabbed a handful of bra encased tit. I leaned over him, pulled her knickers aside, and started work on her pussy. Carol never needed much to get her juices flowing, and today proved no exception. I helped her along with my fingers, got them nicely wet and offered them to John to suck. “Here, try some older wine.” I doubt my words registered. He sucked on my fingers but in an absent-minded, desultory way. Carol's oral ministration was totally occupying him, so I climbed over them and went to work properly on Carol’s cunt. Long slow licks up her lips first. Then I pulled them apart. My tongue flicked in between them like a snake. I moved to her clit, let my tongue lap over it. Then my thumb. Then devoured it with my lips sucking like a new vacuum cleaner. Carol responded. Soft moans from her throat. Copious juice from her cunt. Then suddenly her head came up. “Oh no you don’t. I need a fuck first!” Carol pulled herself away from me, swung a leg over John as if mounting a horse, impaled herself on his cock, and started riding him. She really is nimble! A good job too. By his third thrust, he was exploding. Poor lad. The sudden introduction of Carol had proved too much. She held herself pinned on him while the final twitches of his cock expelled what cum he could produce. I pushed my head up between his legs. I wanted to experience tonguing Carol with his cock stuffed up inside her. Ideally, I’d have done it while he was still solid but needs must. It was gloriously pornographic, a woman in her sixties fucked by a teenager, then both orally serviced by a middle-aged nymphomaniac! (I have a feeling I might be inclined to wear that self description as a badge of honour. Hopefully, I’m worthy of it.)
A delicious end to a Saturday afternoon’s debauchery.
At least I thought it would be, given it was John’s third climax of the day, but then with Carol around…
PS In case you’re wondering, Carol had just popped round to give me an invitation to a drinks party at Charlie’s golf club. Black tie do. (For the men!) That could be fun!
