Nympho Girl

I don’t know why Erik never told me this story before, but recently while snowed in on Saturday night, he got very chatty reminiscing about his high school years, and this story has stayed with me.

Erik’s family came to Ohio from New England. His great grandfather was a Norwegian whaler sailor who (metaphorically) dropped anchor in Maine, taking instead a job as a fireman for a train line. I gather a fireman is the guy responsible for feeding coal to the boiler of a steam engine. As time went by he was promoted to an engineer, the guy who runs the steam engine.

Erik’s father came to Ohio, also working on trains as a mechanic in the Collinwood Train Yard. He was ambitious, went to night school, and got a business degree. Then, he got a law degree, started a legal practice, and became fairly wealthy in the intellectual property field.

Somewhere in there, late in life, Erik’s father met Erik’s mom, who worked as a legal secretary for another attorney. They dated for a year or so, his father proposed, and in another year or so Erik came along.

Erik’s father was very old school and Erik did not live a life of exceptional privilege despite his family’s circumstances. His dad insisted that he do chores around the house and, rather than receive an allowance, he learned to work for every dollar he got.

In his teens, Erik started a lawn mowing business in the neighborhood in the summer and a snow shoveling business in the winter, with leaf-raking and gardening work in the fall and spring. He took care of people’s pets when they went on vacation and he washed cars year round. He learned values that he carries with him to this day. He’s a workaholic in the good sense of the word. He’s not happy if he’s not doing something.

Miss Daphne Smada was a career woman in her 40’s who lived across the street and two or three houses down from Erik’s Beachwood, Ohio, home. She took pretty good care of herself and was frequently to be seen jogging or working in her yard in snugly-fitting short shorts with a blouse tied in a knot at the bottom and unbuttoned enough to show plenty of her rather ample cleavage. He thought of her as pretty hot.

It was winter and he was walking back from the bus stop amidst a squall. She was in tight jeans and a short down jacket with a hood. “Would you like some help?” he asked. “How much will it cost me?” she replied. “Oh, $20 should do it,” he said. She handed him the snow shovel and said “Come around the back when you’re done.”

Well, the driveway was long and it took him an hour to finish. He walked to the back door, propped the shovel up next to it and knocked. When she opened the door, he stepped in to discover that she was in an oversize T-shirt she was wearing like a dress.

“You must be cold,” she said. “I made you some mulled wine.” “I’m just 16,” he told her. She replied, “That’s okay. I brought it to a boil.” (She lied.) He doffed his jacket and drank several glasses.

Erik got a little drunk and she invited him into the living room to watch some hockey. He watched for a while but alcohol put him to sleep. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had an erection and that it was in her mouth.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “I couldn’t resist.”

“No…no. Not at all!” he replied.

He tells me that even though this wasn’t his first blow job, it was the best he’d ever had up till then.

She got him off…even letting him cum in her mouth.

When he left, he left with $50, not $20. Not a bad day for a 16 year old boy. Better yet, she asked him if he’d be available in the future.

Of course, he told her he was totally “on call.”

She called him pretty much weekly, and the pattern was pretty much shovel snow, get a blow job and $50. Help her plant pansies, get a fuck and $50. Help her plant grass seek, get an ass fuck and $50.

He was well on his way to financing his own higher education.

Early that summer, she asked him to help her set up a Canasta party and serve the snacks and drinks. No sex happened until the gals left, but this prompted Daphne to ask him if he could bring some friends to the next gathering. He said he thought he could, knowing exactly what she wanted.

More yard work and more sex went by. Three months later, she had another Canasta party with three of her friends. Erik brought along three of his best buddies. When the card game finished, the guys brought out the drinks and everybody got drunk and comfy and before long it was (as Erik described it) “Fuck and Suck City.”

These were all unmarried professional women who were a bit too old to be doing the “meat market” thing. At the same time, they were all very fit women with fine bodies and perhaps a wrinkle or two, and they were a lot more ready to “put out” (as the guys saw it) than the girls they went to school with.

Well, almost every month one of these women would throw a card party and the boys would show up and each go home with $50 and a pecker sore from overuse.

As Erik went on to college at a local private school, this relationship continued and even expanded. As the word got out, Erik was relied upon to supply help and entertainment for all-girl events put on by Daphne and her ever-expanding circle of friends.

No, Erik wasn’t really “pimping,” because he never took a fee, but he was relied upon to supply talent and for this he was highly regarded both by the women and male population of his school.

Eventually, Erik graduated and went on to a well-known East Coast business school, leaving this “business” behind.

After Erik and I hooked up, we were out shopping one day and Erik ran into Daphne, introducing me to this woman about whom I’d heard so much.

She was still hot, and so I invited her over to our place for dinner. She seemed a bit nervous about it, but agreed when Erik repeated the invitation.

When the day finally arrived, she came, bringing an expensive bottle of French Sauvignon, which was good, since I was cooking up some Tournedos Rossini.

We drank some wine to loosen up before dinner.

During dinner, as we all had more alcohol, we loosened up.

After dinner, I served my patented flan with a large strawberry on top.

We then retired to the living room to drink some Port.

I decided I needed to break the ice, so I went right to it: “I understand that were one of Erik’s first sexual experiences.”

I think she gulped. She looked at Erik who smiled and winked at her.

She didn’t say anything.

I said, “Unless I’m totally misreading Erik, he still thinks you’re hot. As a matter of fact, so do I!” Given this permission, Erik planted a kiss on her lips. At first she seemed tense, but she took a look at me, relaxed, and returned the kiss. I could see their tongues touching.

Soon, his hands were all over her, caressing her and undressing her from the waist up revealing rather large and perky breasts for a woman her age. And no, they weren’t fake. They were the real deal. By this time, I was massaging my pussy through the fabric of my slacks.

She got Erik’s big cock out of his pants and was licking the tip like there was no tomorrow. I like to see him get a blow job because I just like the look of his cock. He’s big: as far around as my wrist and about 2/3 as long as my forearm. Big as he was, she must have unhinged her jaw because, after toying with his glans for a while, she started deep throating him.

I took my slacks and panties off. Pulling a butt plug and a bottle of Astroglide out of a drawer in the end table next to the love seat I was on, I wetted it and slowly slid it in my ass. Wetting my finger in my pussy, I massaged my clit slowly but firmly while fucking my ass with the plug.

Daphne stood up and removed the rest of her clothes and Erik did the same. He sat down and she carefully sat down on his rigid cock, laying her back against his chest and resting her head on one of his cheeks. Her legs were hooked outside his, so she was open about as wide as she could be. He pumped her slowly and she moaned in appreciation.

Leaving the butt plug in place, I crawled across the floor on hands and knees until I was between their legs. She had the most beautiful hairy bush (even though I shave, I have a “thing” for bushy babes). She had kind of zoned out and jerked to attention the moment my tongue started flicking away on her unbelievably erect clitoris. My God! It was practically a little penis. I could actually get it in my mouth.

At first, she just looked down at me, but then she smiled.

Erik saw me down there and after a bit, pulled his cock out of her pussy and I sucked all of her pussy juice off it. The salty, musky taste made me quite excited. Before sticking in back in her dripping cunt, I admired it for it’s lovely mushroom-like pink tip and the bulging veins that gave it its power. With one last kiss to the glans, I popped it back in and this time he fucked her furiously, but she’s experienced at sex and was holding back for more. She wasn’t letting herself orgasm. Or so I surmise.

Anyway, she got up and turned around for some face-to-face fucking. Once again, Erik was insider her like a battering ram. I know well what this big cock feels like inside but I could only imagine the pleasure she was feeling, though I could tell from her moans and wails that she was well pleased.

“You can fuck my ass,” she said, and once again she turned, this time slowly squatting down on his cock until it was far in, then laying her back against his chest while drawing her knees up to her tits. Once again, I settled in between their legs, licking her pussy lips and clit as his cock, like a piston, drew in and out of her ass.

This time, between my attentions and Erik’s, she couldn’t evade orgasm and when she came, she came hard, with piercing cries and involuntary tremors.

At last, she had to fall off him onto the floor, and there the sounds she made seemed a mixture of laughing and crying. I turned away from Erik, in a low doggy position with shoulders, pussy, and cheek to the floor, that was an open invitation to fuck my ass, too. And that’s exactly what he did.

After a few minutes of mind-bending butt fucking and masturbating, he pulled out, and told me to lay on my back and bring my feet over my head in a position we both liked, with my legs spread wide and my toes pointing down toward the floor and my asshole pointing straight up. I like this position because I can watch him fuck my ass and he can easily cum on my face.

Before he came, he brought me to orgasm several times and I squirted all over my face.

When I’d had my share, Erik took his turn, fucking my ass hard until he was ready to cum, and when he came, he squirted all over my face and into my mouth.

Daphne, who had been laying on one side by now, her head braced on one hand, sat up now and applauded. I was laying on my back, catching my breath, but the applause made me laugh. She then crawled over and gently licked the jizz off my face and tits, depositing it in my mouth with tender kisses.

“Well that was nice,” Erik said, marking the end of the encounter. We all got up, grabbed our clothes, and after cleaning up a bit, donned our clothes again, and she politely bade us good-bye.

We never ran into her again and later heard the she had moved to Florida to be with her elderly mother.

Too bad. I liked her, and I often dream of her licking Erik’s sperm off my body and then putting it into my mouth with tender kisses.