A fter that first night with Wyatt and Aaron together, we got together as a threesome twice more. Wyatt couldn’t get away very often, but Aaron was single and available. The first and only time Aaron spent the entire night with me, we had sex nine times in a row. I had tried to get him aroused for the tenth time that night but my pussy lips were swollen and Aaron’s dick was so raw and chafed, we had to take a break.
An ice pack brought the swelling down for me and I was eager to get started again. Trying to get him in the mood, I ran my hands over his, chest, trailing lightiy down to his groin. He moved my hand away. “I’m tired,” he’d told me. “I have to work in the morning—gotta get some sleep.”
I slept fitfiilly next to him. Every few hours I’d wake up and try different methods to arouse him again. Nothing worked; he slept like a rock.
The next morning, I was more than ready for a quickie before he went to work, but he rebuffed me. He covered
his dick with his hands when I had attempted to give him a blowjob, claiming his sore dick needed a rest.
A sense of deep sorrow engulfed me as a watched him dressing for work. Although I didn’t have genuine feelings for Aaron, I was very much attached to the pleasuregiving appendage that dangled between his legs.
“Please, Aaron, can’t we do it once more?” I begged, feeling hornier than ever.
“No! I told you my dick is sore; what’s wrong with you?” Muttering under his breath, Aaron dressed quickly.
“What about tonight? Can you come back tonight?” I said in a pleading voice. I didn’t mind begging at all.
Annoyance flared in Aaron’s eyes. “I’m not sure about tonight. I fucked you nine times last night—how much dick does it take to satisfy you?”
I didn’t have an answer; all I could do was shrug.
“Wyatt told me you were a nympho; and it’s true. You might want to get some help.”
“You’re right, and I will get help eventually, but can’t you give me what I need? If not tonight, can you stop by tomorrow?”
“No, I’ll get back to you. Maybe in a few weeks.”
“A few weeks!” I shrieked, horrified at the thought of not having a regular sex partner for that length of time.
“Yeah, a few weeks—maybe. I’m not sure if I want a sexual relationship with you, anymore.”
“Why not?” I thought we had great sexual chemistry, and I was stunned. ^
“The more dick I give you, the more you want. I don’t know what it takes to satisfy you.”
“You do satisfy me!”
“It doesn’t seem like it. Most women want to sleep or at least take a rest after busting one or two nuts, but not you. You don’t ever want to stop.”
“I can’t help it,” I said unhappily.
“Why don’t you buy yourself a sex toy?” Aaron said on his way out the door.
Usually a man of few words, Aaron had spoken more that morning than ever before. It saddened me that he chose to open up and express himself on the day that he was walking out on me.
After Aaron had deserted me, the mounting pressure between my legs was so strong, it was practically debilitating. Someone had to help me. I picked up my phone and sighed. I didn’t have a long list of men to choose from; there were only a few names in my contact list. Feehng as if I had no choice, I humbled myself and called Habib. “Could you stop by while you’re making your deliveries?” I had asked.
“I’m surprised to hear from you; I didn’t think you wanted to see me again.”
“I changed my mind.”
“I like you a lot, Fonia, and I’d love to spend time with you, but please don’t try to coerce me into doing filthy things that are against my religion.”
“I won’t,” I agreed and anxiously waited for Habib to
ring the bell. He took a lot longer than I’d anticipated, but when he finally arrived, I greeted him at the door, naked beneath a silk robe.
“I’m ready for you,” I said, giving him a sensual smile. Habib seemed surprised by my boldness. A lot had happened in the short time since I’d lost my virginity to him. I was no longer an innocent young woman. I had been fucked by three different men, and something had been awakened inside me—a deep hunger that couldn’t be satisfied.
Habib had seduced me the first time, but this time, I seduced him. Hastily, I undressed him, and climbed on top of him. Straddling him, I rode him fast and furiously. Unfortunately, Habib didn’t last as long as he had the last time we were together.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Maybe it was the position we were in. I last much longer in the missionary position. It’s not natural for a woman to be on top of man.”
“Let’s switch positions; I don’t mind being on the bottom. Or we can do it doggy-style,” I suggested.
Habib looked at his watch. “I have to get back to work,” he said, reaching for his underwear. My heart sank as I watched him dressing hurriedly. Moments later, he walked out the door.
Naked, frustrated, and unfulfilled, I sat on my bed, trying to figure out a way to resolve my problem. I should get help. Look on- line for the number of Sex Addicts Anonymous. Or find a chat room online with professionals that can help me through this crisis.
But after giving it more thought, I decided that having sex with only four men didn’t make me a sex addict. Still wanting to get laid, I thought of the older man I’d slept with. What was his name? Oh, yeah, Eddie. Trying to get in touch with him was pointless. His fiancee was guarding him like a watchdog. I knew this because I’d driven past his place several times, and each time I cruised by—night or day—her car was always parked in the driveway.
Desperate for a good fuck, I called Wyatt at the fitness center and asked if it was okay for me to drop by.
“It’s not a good time; there’s a Pilates class going on,” Wyatt said.
“How about later?”
“I don’t know, Fonia. Messing around on my job isn’t a good idea. People might start talking, and you know, if word gets back to my supervisor, I could get fired.”
I sighed audibly.
“If you want, I can come by your place on my lunch break. How about tomorrow?”
“But I need to see you on your lunch break, today!” My voice was frantic.
“I can’t. I already had lunch.”
“After work?”
“My girl picks me up after work.”
I scratched my head, trying to think of a solution. “Do you have any more friends? You know.. .besides Aaron?”
“Yeah, but they’re not into freaky stuff like Aaron and me. And they run their mouths. I wouldn’t want any of
this information to get back to my girl ” Wyatt went quiet for a few moments. “Maybe we should break things off, Fonia. I mean...we both had our fun, right?”
“I guess...” Realizing that Wyatt wasn’t going to help me, I told him goodbye. I moped around my apartment for a few minutes, and then masturbated for the next hour.