Nymphomania (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

  Hmm, but why does he need me to be at his house early? Maybe it's because of the present. A picnic, perhaps?

  Max is really lucky. Even though he's only 19 like me, he owns his own house in the suburbs. He's actually really well off since his grandpa passed away. The old man was a really funny guy, and loved both Max and myself. I still really miss him.

  As I step up to Max's front door, I lean over the side of the porch to smell his roses. I'm really the one that cares for them, but that's fine. I don't get the chance to garden in my small apartment, so every weekend I come over to prune and weed so that I can enjoy beautiful flowers and yummy berries all summer. Max appreciates the fresh berries too, I think!

  Before I could knock, Max whipped open the front door. He was grinning from ear to ear as he stepped outside to pull me into a big hug.

  “Happy birthday, Talia!” Squeezing me tight, he kissed my neck. I giggled and hugged him back, enjoying the unusual show of affection.

  He has his hair brushed just how I like it, and his blue eyes are sparkling with excitement. I pressed my hand against his hard stomach, looking up at him. “Hey! What was the rush?”

  “Well, I wanted you to have time to test out your birthday present,” he says. The grin on his face spells mischief and twists my stomachs into knots.

  I grimace. “That sounds scary as hell.”

  Max leads me into the kitchen, where he has a salad and some chips set up. “Go ahead and eat a bit while I finish setting up your gift. I know you're going to love it!”

  He disappears into his garage, leaving me to my food. He is way too excited. I really hope his gift lives up to his excitement, but I'm more scared than thrilled. Most surprises like this have just be total failures, and my reaction tends to emotionally destroy people. Max should know this by now, from when he bought me that necklace. I appreciated it, but I knew it wouldn't have a use. He was mad at me for weeks for how I acted!

  I know a lot of our problems are really my fault. I'm just kind of a cynical person, but Max is inherently positive. He's good for me, but I'm not sure I'm good for him.

  Picking at my food, my anxiety is gnawing at me while Max tinkers in his garage. He makes a grunt or drops something metal every few minutes. His cat, Jinx, leaps onto the table to keep me company while I wait. The feline's purrs calm me down while I scratch his soft ears.

  The door leading to the garage creaks quietly as Max steps back into the kitchen. He looks very excited, which in turn excites me a bit. He's always so charismatic, his smile infectious. I can't help but care about what he's passionate about!

  “Come on, let me show you!”

  He takes my hand, leading me into the garage. The tinkle of Jinx's bell follows us. Max's garage is mostly taken up by his blue Corvette. On all walls are tools for gardening and home improvement things, along with some balls and bats for when his nephews come over.

  Behind his car, there is a pink bike with a huge blue bow on the seat. My smile drops, and I tilt my head in confusion. “A bike?” I ask, looking to Max. He's still excited though, urging me forward.

  “Look under the bow!”

  So I do, taking the bow off and revealing a hole in the seat. “What?” I ask, bending over and dipping my head down to see what the hole was for. When I saw what was under it, I reeled back, surprised and confused.

  “Do you like it?” He asks.

  I eye the bike for a second, caught between revulsion and interest. It's a normal bike, not stationary. Does he expect me to ride this in public? Ooh, that sounds pretty hot, actually. I can feel my panties becoming damp.

  I look up at my boyfriend. “What do you expect me to say, Max?” My voice quivers. I'm still a little upset, but my heart is pounding. I kind of want to try it!

  “Look, babe. I know the sex hasn't been great, and no matter what we try, one of us is disappointed. I just want to make things right, and this is what popped into my head.” He bows his head, blushing. “I know it's weird, but let's give it a try at the park.”

  “The park?!” My eyes nearly pop out of my skull. I push away from Max, clutching my hand to my chest. “Are you crazy? What if we get caught? We could go to jail!”

  “We'll be safe, Talia, I promise. It's getting close to dark anyway. There won't be hardly anyone there, and I already checked it out. It was pretty slow before you came over.”

  My face is hot to the touch. I look down at the floor with my arms crossed, breathing heavily but trying to remain calm. I want to slap Max and run out. At the same time, though, I really want to try this. The idea of being caught is kind of sexy! I feel so naughty even thinking about having something pumping in and out of my pussy at the park, in public.

  I look at the bike again, then back to Max, and I sigh. I try to wipe away my smile but I can't. “I guess I can try it. When do we go?”

  “Right now. Take off your panties.”

  Max has never been very good at being dominant, but there was a manliness in his voice now that made me not want to question him. I hesitate for only a moment before slipping my hands under my dress and pulling my panties down, handing them to Max.

  He pulls me in close to him, pressing his lips hard against mine. His fingers slip up my dress and press against my clit. He gives it a few hard rubs before letting me go, my head swimming. Max puts my panties into his pocket.

  I'm still for a few minutes, trying to compose myself after that hot kiss. I step toward the bike, sliding my hand against the leather. I turn back to him.

  “How are we going to get it to the park?”

  “I'll put it in the back of my truck. You go sit in the passenger seat and wait for me while I load it up.” I take a second to admire his strength when he picks up the bike, carrying it with ease to his truck waiting outside the garage.

  I slip into the passenger seat, noticing that my pussy is moist and blushing. I pull my dress to cover more of my thighs, hoping no one will be able to see that I'm not wearing any panties while I ride the bike. Max pulls open his door and sits behind the wheel, the car roaring to life before he leans over to me for a kiss. Our lips meet, and I'm surprised by the passion I feel for this man I was so recently bored of.

  The drive to the park is a short one, only 15 minutes. It's usually still busy around this time, but for some reason there are only a few people walking the path. No kids on the jungle gym. I sigh in relief at that. Max takes his truck to a more secluded parking lot, hidden among trees and bushes that the city rarely cuts away. He gets out before me, unloading the bike from the back of the truck.

  I take a deep breath, trying to collect my nerves before I get out and face my birthday present.

  Standing before me is Max, proudly waiting for me to sit upon his masterpiece. I walk up to it tentatively, and with some support from Max, I swing my leg over the seat. He holds the bicycle still while I position the small bit of the dildo that's sticking up. Slowly, I sit down on it and a small moan escapes me as it pushes past my entrance.

  The head of the fake cock massages my insides as it slowly reaches up into me. Max gave this thing a dildo bigger than his own cock!

  “Are you ready?” Max asks, grinning again. His blue eyes are full of lust. I look down and notice he has a bulge, which makes me giggle and turn away.

  “Yeah, I'm ready,” I answer. I'm nervous, my hands are shaking, but there's no turning back now. I'm so close to freaking out that I can barely breathe. Thoughts of going to jail and being on a sex offenders list for the rest of my life threaten to swallow me whole, but I try to push them away and focus on pedaling.

  Someone could see under my dress. I realize this just as Max removes his grip on the handlebars and lets me go. Each circle my legs make pushes the dildo in and out of me, fucking me at the same speed I am moving. I start out slow, clearing the parking lot and the safety of its bushes.

  I pedal slowly on the path, moving past walkers going in the opposite direction as me. No one even looks at me. I sign in relief as I pass the thir
d person and he doesn't notice I have no panties on. The fourth, though, sees me and grins.

  My face burns and I pedal faster. He waves as I fly past him, the big dick below me pounding into my pussy. I'm so embarrassed, but at the same time, getting fucked while riding a bike in public seriously has me hot. I imagine for a moment jumping off the bike and begging for that man to fuck me right then and there. He'd probably do it.

  I'm breathing faster now, both from the exercise and from the fucking I'm receiving. The small rocks on the cement path gave just enough vibration to stimulate my clitoris. I can feel it becoming stiff and sensitive, throbbing a little bit.

  Whenever I feel like no one is close enough to see me, I allow myself to let out a small moan. I'm loving this, being fucked so publicly. I round a corner on the path that takes me near a man and a woman having a picnic.

  I quickly realize the couple is one of my professors and his wife. The dildo pumps deep into my cunt as I wave at them, a dreamy smile on my face as they wave back. The dildo keeps pumping in and out of my sloppy hole, fucking me faster and faster as I speed up.

  I'm pushing myself closer and closer to an orgasm, and I know it's going to be a powerful one. With each vibration and thrust of the dildo, I come closer to the edge. My face must be bright red, my nipples poking out through my thin bra and dress. I finally pass my professor and accidentally let out a loud moan as his mouth opens wide. He can see what's happening.

  I push past them, rounding another corner. A group of elderly women are in the pool nearby. The phallus between my legs fucks me, hitting my G-spot over and over again. I catch one of the elderly ladies watching me, with interest instead of disgust. Right as I pass her by, we share a knowing smile.

  I grind my pussy down into the seat, really humping it as I continue to ride the bike. My clit is throbbing and almost painful it's so sensitive. I round one more corner and come back to the parking lot where my boyfriend is waiting for me.

  As soon as I see him, rubbing his cock through his pants, I hit my peak. I can't hold back the scream, which is loud enough that everyone nearby turns to look at me. I came over and over again as I pedaled the last 30 feet to the bushes, my juices a puddle on the seat and sweat on my forehead.

  I pass the leaves, jumping off my bike as fast as I can. I fall, my dress flipping up over my ass and giving the first man that noticed me a good view of my ass and cunt. Pushing myself back up, I tackle Max, slamming him against his truck and kissing him hard. I'm still so horny from cumming.

  Rubbing his cock through his pants, I groan against his mouth. “I need you to fuck me, right here,” I say. I'm not going to take no for an answer. Unzipping his pants, I pull them down just enough to set his cock free, all 8 inches floating in my face as I bend over. My ass wiggles while I go down on my man, slobbering and worshiping his prick like a real cumslut.

  I suck him hard, lightly using my teeth. I know he likes it like that. My tongue presses against the head of his cock. Max's hand pushes my head down, until my nose is buried in his bush and his dick is deep down my throat. I moan against him, the vibration making the blowjob even better. Max's dick twitches in my mouth.

  “I'm about to cum,” Max moans, his voice whiny and begging for release. I know I need him to fuck me, though. I need his cock deep in me, fucking me harder than he's ever fucked me before.

  I stand up and turn around, flipping my skirt up and presenting my ass and cunt to him. Max guides his hot, hard prick to my slit, rubbing it up and down my folds and pressing it against my clitoris. My juices mix with his precum, making loud squishing sounds.

  He pushes his cock into me suddenly, the whole shaft burying itself in my folds in an instant. I gasp loud and pull at my nipples. He wiggles his hips, somehow getting even deeper into me before giving my ass a rough slap.

  “Please,” I beg, panting. “Fuck me!” My ass grinds against his pelvis, trying to get some movement from Max. He stays still, though, torturing me just a little bit. “Damn it, Max! Fuck me now!”

  His fingernails dig deep into my hips, his thrusts coming hard and fast now. He nearly pulls out, then slams himself back in. His slightly curved cock hits my G-spot with every thrust.

  My pussy juices run down his legs as he fucks me harder, grunting with each hump. My moans and his groans become louder. I open my eyes just in time to see a few people watching us through the bushes, and I become even hornier. Having an audience is so sexy. My tits are bouncing wildly, flopping out of the loose top of my dress. My girl cum drips to the ground as Max reaches forward and pinches my nipples. I reach down and play with my clit.

  Max slows down his thrusts, fucking me harder but slower. My mouth is hanging open. I watch as our audience starts to masturbate while watching us, a woman with her hand down her pants and moaning, a man playing with his cock. The woman turns and takes his cock in her mouth. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he says in response.

  “Fuck! Fuck me!” I cry, bouncing my ass back onto Max's dick. We're both getting close to orgasm, Max yelling now as loud as I am. Those watching from the bushes are getting close to orgasm too. The erotic environment seems full of energy that's about to explode.

  “Cum in me,” I yell, relishing in the hard fucking I'm getting. His cock rams into me, over and over again, while his hand comes down hard against my ass cheek once more. We both freeze, his cock buried deep in me as my knees quack with the best orgasm I have ever had in my life. Max holds me up as he cums deep into my cunt, my pussy pulsating and spasming around him. I finish, and I collapse onto the ground, twitching and trying to compose myself.

  Max sits down next to me, his pants still unzipped and half off. I hear a few more moans in the bushes before a man groans loud and cums down the woman's throat. They both scamper off, worried we might be mad.

  I turn to Max, his hair drenched in sweat and his eyes tired. I smile at him, sleepily. “I love you,” I say, and for the first time in a long time I mean it.

  He helps me up and pulls me in for one more kiss, my knees still wobbly. He drives me home, my new favorite toy resting in the back of his truck.

  Goddess Oya

  Her skin is like obsidian, black with a golden shine while under dim lights. Her eyes are dark brown and hold ancient mystery within them, her hair short and slicked back to make her face more prominent. High forehead, high cheekbones, broad nose and pouty lips stuck in a Mona Lisa smile. Her red dress clings to her breasts and hips, showing off all of her curves but hiding enough to entice Adam with her intrigue.

  Adam is the exact opposite of her. Green eyes and dirty blonde hair, his Irish ancestry showing through his skin with freckles dotting his nose. He wears only plain jeans and a black t-shirt. The same as almost every day, a truly typical man. Not ugly, not by a long shot. Gorgeous, but normal. His arms are sore from weights, his ass well sculpted from heavy squats.

  Still, compared to that dark goddess that his eyes linger on, Adam looks positively human, average in every way. Ordinary. Still, something inside of him urges him forward, forcing him to go say hello to her and offer to buy her a drink.

  Across the room, Oya watches Adam from the corner of her eye. She thoroughly considers him, watching the way his body gracefully moves as he chats with his friends at the bar. She came here tonight specifically to get laid, because life is tough and she is stressed. Some sex is exactly what she needs right now, and that man who keeps staring at her is the best looking man here.

  She puts her glass to her lips, sipping on her Bloody Mary as she waits for him to come introduce himself. She practically wills him, pretending to be psychic. Come to me, she thinks, trying to direct her thoughts into his brain. Still, she is not a psychic and she'll have to be more direct than that.

  She stands up, pushing down the skirt of her dress so that it covers more of her silky black legs. Her shoes match the red in her dress, and when the shadows are just right she looks like a flame as she moves toward Adam.

  Oh god, she's coming over here. Adam gulps do
wn some more of his vodka, trying to look cool. He doesn't succeed. The drink goes down wrong, and he's left a sputtering mess, coughing and clutching at his chest. Still, Oya does not falter. A little awkwardness can be fun.

  Once she's close enough, Oya lightly touches his hand and pulls it toward her. No words. None are needed. She pulls him to the crowded dance floor, her body feeling the beat of the remixed hip hop song the DJ is playing. Once she finds a place where she feels comfortable, she turns around and finds the man looking a bit scared. Maybe he can't dance. That's okay.

  She pulls him into her, pressing her chest against his as she wraps her arms around his neck. She pulls the tall man down so she can speak into his ear.

  “My name is Oya,” she says. Her voice is like silk, deep but still feminine. The sound sends a shiver down Adam's spine and gives him a twinge in his stomach. Butterflies.

  Nervously, he presses his lips close to her ear and replies, “I'm Adam.”

  Oya's hand falls to his back now, as she leads him in dancing. Her body never leaves his. The feeling of her breasts against his body makes the man blush, but he tries to follow her cues. His body moves awkwardly against hers, his hands falling to her hips. She turns around, pressing her ass against his crotch now. She shakes it, her quivering globes massaging his cock through his jeans.

  He grunts and accidentally humps into her, pushing her forward. Oya nearly falls to the ground, but catches herself before she does. A flash of anger, but when she sees the look of remorse on his face she calms down. Maybe dancing isn't the best idea.

  “Why don't you buy me some chardonnay and meet me at my booth in the back,” she says, pulling him in close again. He smells like spice and alcohol, his aftershave tickling her sensitive nose.

  He nods and pulls back, leaving her to saunter to her booth. Adam watches her, her ass rising and falling with each step. Her thighs are thick, her high heels changing her posture so that every curve is more pronounced.