0 comments/ 56115 views/ 1 favorites Veronica Ch. 1 By: Catherine the Great My name is Veronica. I am a nymphomaniac. I am actually quite shy and find myself blushing even as I write this (while also beginning to lubricate with arousal). Five years ago, my husband at the time - Joel - died and left me his estate consisting of our very own tropical island in the south seas, a large portfolio of stocks and bonds, three sons which I bore him, and instructions to make sure that my needs did not go unsatisfied. What a life! Easy for you to say. The truth was that Joel had satisfied me like no other. I have always taken pride in my body. I am 5'4", 110 lbs, B cup with 1" nipples on quite small areoles. I work out daily (more on that later) and have long, strong, but not muscle bound legs and arms. My bottom is not large, but it is firm and well rounded and for some reason has always been particularly responsive to human touch. I am a dark haired brunette and have alabaster white skin and burn easily so I prefer to stay indoors. I have found that due to my desires and sensitivity to touch, I prefer to be clean-shaven - "bald" - in my intimate areas. I am by nature actually easily embarrassed, so that while my needs are many, I sometimes find it a challenge to fulfill them. I'll start by telling you how I met Joel. I was in college at the time, on the gymnastics team. I loved to compete, especially on the balance beam where my strength and flexibility were put to good use. Prior to meeting Joel, I had attempted to satisfy my needs in a variety of ways. I had managed to strike up a conversation with a member of our football squad. Fortunately, he took the initiative and after taking me to his dorm room, took full advantage of my neediness and was able to partially satisfy me. He and his teammates made sure to take me on a daily basis but as they were after all college boys with fairly conventional notions of sexuality. Unfortunately, while they sometimes lasted for up to 1/2 hour, almost none really had what I craved. As I recall, the largest one measured just over 9" in length. That wasn't bad, but I found that though my opening is not large, (in fact I've been told it is exceptionally tight) after lubricating and swelling, my need for the male member never quite seemed to be met. In fact, I found myself purchasing a number of rather large black "marital aids" measuring 10" in length. These helped, and I especially enjoyed "jumbo" after my morning workout. I can still remember practicing on the bars, lifting weights, practicing my splits, all while in leotards, and then, while still sweating profusely I would follow the following routine after returning to my bed in a state of arousal. Disrobe, stroke nipples until fully engorged at 1", finger fully shaved and sweat slicked clitoris to commence lubrication, apply nipple clamps to first right and then left nipple, feel first pain and then arousal begin to flow from nipples to clitoris and anus, insert 10" long 2" diameter "jumbo" into well lubricated vagina, smear vaginal juices into anus, work in first one then two fingers into sphincter with left hand (I am very flexible), then fully insert "jumbo" while flowing profusely. I first met Joel while completing my morning exercises during my junior year. At the time, Joel had just transferred in and was competing on the wrestling squad. As I passed by the weight room in my leotards, I not only noticed his strong, sculpted muscular body, but the "package" he looked to be carrying underneath his tight fitting sweats. I made a snap decision. Instead of returning to my dorm room as per my usual routine, I boldly sauntered over to Joel's station. I'm afraid my nipples had begun to engorge, and with a tremor in my voice, I somehow asked him if he would like some assistance. I remember squeezing my legs together tightly as my juices began to flow, wetting the intimate area of my tights. At the time, Joel was using the machine, which exercises the groin area by requiring the user to push out on the pads attached to weights. I'm a pretty strong girl and Joel thanked me and asked if I could squeeze the pads for him while he pushed out. Trembling and red faced, I attempted to do so. Joel, with 200 lbs of weight to push on top of my squeezing managed to spread his legs and my thighs. As I am very flexible, I did not give up easily, but managed to maintain a complete split while pushing against Joel's knees. I felt increasing pressure and some pain through my thighs and buttocks but allowed Joel to continue to split me until I was past the point of resistance. In fact, I recall that I began to whimper "harder" first softly, and then a little louder. I think Joel noticed my nipples begin to protrude and stiffen even more and I noticed that his "package" begin to swell as well. I felt my juices ooze down my crack and my body begin to shudder. I was in a trance. All I could do was lean over and squeak in a small, tense voice, "take me please". Joel, the man that he was, lifted me up and directed me to his room. As I mentioned, I am a shy girl and find it difficult sometimes to really tell people what I need. I noticed though that while Joel was large – 6'4' 240 lbs – all of it muscle, he possessed a very sweet disposition that made me feel right at home. I decided that if I were to get my needs met I would have to provide some encouragement and instruction. "Joel, I'm going to be very frank with you. You are extremely arousing to me. But I have to tell you, my drive for fulfillment is very very powerful. If we are to be together, I am going to demand everything that you have to offer and then some. The harder, longer and rougher, the better. If you can satisfy me, I think you'll find me to your liking. I had been peeling off Joel's wrestling sweats while talking and observed a strong, but not muscle bound body and most importantly, a large (I guessed 11") endowment which had begun to harden to its full length. Joel was also clean-shaven. Without saying a word, Joel picked me up like a rag doll, and began peeling off my tights. Later, we would engage in oral play. For now, Joel began by splaying my now nude body into an awkward, jutting position so that while on my knees, I was instructed to reached back and grab my ankles, presenting my pelvis and bosom for his inspection. As I said, I am a B cup so my breasts are not particularly large. And while they do not droop, they are soft and pliable and when aroused, the nipples elongate to a good 1". Joel began be gently fingering the nipples. Pulling them gently while I squirmed and began to spasm. As he increased the pressure, pulling harder and twisting with both sets of fingers, I began to moisten in earnest and felt my bald lips begin to swell. The nipples themselves were now pulled out so that a hard keen pain was now enveloping me. Joel then began to slowly twist my nipples while holding them taught. This lasted for about a minute while I felt my vaginal juices oozing down out and around to my rear area. Joel deftly took my right nipple in his lips, maintaining the pressure, and used his free hand to attack my clitoris. I was by now laying directly back with my buttocks on my heels, which I still held onto with my hands. Joel, whose fingers are of the large, beefy variety, then began probing my now drenched front opening, inserting at first one, then two of his meaty digits. "Please, take me" I said in a trembling voice. It was then that I felt what I felt to be a cucumber like steely piece of flesh probe my now slicked, engorged folds. I rose to meet his invasion, feeling my self stretch to accommodate his girth. Joel did not insert himself fully at first. Instead, he began by inserting one, then two, then four inches of his tool into my tight but by now highly elastic and well-lubricated canal. I was beginning to feel stretched. "More please" I said in a tense voice and tried to hump back against him. Joel took mercy on me and slid another four inches up me so that about two thirds of his log was now sawing in and out of me. "AHHHH" "Keep twisting a little more please" I heard myself say. The pain from my engorged nipples was now excruciatingly intense as Joel both pulled and twisted on both nipples as hard as he could. I felt my heels manage to extricate themselves from our combine weight and begin to encourage Joe's large, muscular behind to pump me still harder. "Harder please" I squeaked "and keep twisting, UNGGGH, UNGGGH, oh GOD YESSSS" I was now being truly plowed feeling the head of Joel's manhood begin to bang my cervix in earnest as I shuddered again. His bare pelvis was now grinding against my puffy, moist folds, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I had begun to lose count of my orgasms but after I think about fifteen minutes of nonstop twisting, plunging, and pulling from the ankles I had locked behind his buttocks, I felt a spasming of Joel's manhood, which lasted for about a minute. Joel remained mostly hard inside me and I still had plans for him that morning but before we proceeded, I turned to him. "Joel" I said, "I'd like to do this everyday after our morning workout if it's OK with you". Joel grunted his assent. "Oh and Joel, I noticed some of the other wrestlers while I was assisting you. Tell them I'd like it if they could join us sometime." Veronica Ch. 2 As I lay on my back, Joel's manhood down slightly from its full 11" but still impaling my shaved, swollen kitty, as I thought of it, I began to recover to the point where I could speak to Joel in a mostly normal tone of voice, save the occasional shudder. The truth was that while I had been truly pleasured, I still craved more. While Joel was still resting, I was pleased to note that he continued to thrust gently inside my now well-lubricated folds. I took the initiative. "Joel, don't release me, but take me over to your cabinet. I see there's a jar of jelly I need you to use on me." Joel easily lifted me with him. As he did so, I – being quite petite and flexible– leaned down to suckle on Joel's ripe hairless nipples while continuing to enjoy my ongoing impalement. By the time Joel had retrieved the jar of KY and returned us both to his bed, I noticed a distinct restiffening inside of me while my juices had again begun their unstoppable flow. I am not thin, especially for a gymnast, but I am strong and athletic as you might expect, given my daily hourly routine of stretching, lifting, and aerobics. I was glad of it because after my nonstop 1/2 hour session with the insatiable Joel, I felt my body drenched in sweat and other juices and I felt an intense desire to be filled in my "back door" as well as up front. "Joel, you have to promise me you won't be shy" "Tell me Veronica" "Lay down on your back. I'll ride you. I want you to suck and twist my nipples while you do this." Joel did as instructed while I flexed my ankles around Joel's neck. "Oh, yeah that's good, now pull and twist a little more. Yeahhh," I was starting to gasp again. "OK, now take a nice gob of jelly and apply it around my anal ring. I'll lean forward so my nipples are in your mouth and you can really spread my cheeks. My ring is starting to dilate now so I want you to go to at least two fingers. Ooooh OK yeah, keep probing." Joel's fingers were large powerful tools. He was gentle at first, somehow sensing the virgin nature of my anal cavity and taking care to gently arouse my entire buttocks area which by now had begun to respond, gyrating up and down with increasing force. I not only needed continual impalement in my now superslicked vagina, but the need for satiation in the rear as well. "Now Joel, pleeeaase" I squeaked. With that, I felt my cavity begin to be impaled with Joel's middle finger, roughly the size of a normal penis. I felt it penetrate to the second knuckle before I felt a second digit, his index finger, join the first and begin to roughly penetrate me deeper still. While Joel used his long arms and long beefy digits to ravage me from behind, I continued to grind my shaven mons against Joel's mast from above. In fact, I began to feel Joel press against his own shaft through my internal membrane. I know I had never felt fingers this big or strong in my whole life "OK, keep going, I can feel the pressure. A little deeper please. Take it all the way down to the last knuckle, yesss, yesss oh gawwwd." Joel was now wriggling and spreading his digits inside of me, pressing against his steel-like shaft in my vagina from within while starting to roughly knead my buttocks. Joel's large strong hands began to handle my cheeks in earnest now, causing my already aroused areas to moisten and respond still further. I was thankful for my athleticism because my butt and thighs were now humping down on Joel in hard, rapid thrusts, my shaved lips being stimulated further by Joel's rough, wiry pubes and grinding forcefulness earned through countless hours in the wrestling ring. While the two fingers ravaged my passage mercilessly, Joel at first softly, but soon with vigor, began to spank my cheeks. I felt the stinging sensation. "Harder Joel, I want all you've got". Joel obliged and I could feel my buttocks begin to warm and redden as my juices now flowed from both ends. I could feel Joel again begin to spasm. He seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of fluid and I noticed thick, gooey dollops of male ooze begin to leak onto my shaven white puffy mound and thigh. And while he continued to penetrate by rosebud and manipulate my back canal, I again began to spasm uncontrollably, squeezing my thighs ever tighter against Joel, thrusting down harder with every vicious whack on my cheek. I was by now virtually doubled over with my right nipple being pulled and squeezed in Joel's mouth and lips while I tended to my left nipple by steadily pulling and twisting until I could feel what seemed like an electric shock start to vibrate down to every nerve ending. Without thinking, I scooped up a handful of jism and moistened my nipples while pulling and twisting. I thought, "My God Joel's good, but I'm going to need to get him some help." I finally felt Joel's rod begin to deflate and plop out of me. "Joel, do you know Kevin on the football team? I've been seeing him at nights and I think it would be nice if you and some of your wrestler friends could join us and maybe some of his friends. I don't think he'd mind. Come by my room around 7:00 so I can introduce you." I had truly surprised myself. Joel could only nod in assent while I began to stretch on my leotards. I was in such a daze that I gave little thought to my disheveled appearance. My clothes were at the gym and I realized my next class started in 15 minutes. I noticed my leotard clinging to my engorged lips and nipples more prominently than usual. I only barely had time to stop by my room for a few seconds before heading across campus to Mr. Johnson's course on Anatomy. While there, I made a snap decision and grabbed "jumbo" along with a denim minidress, which barely covered my camel-toed leotards. But that story's for another day.