Everyone wants a nympho gf until they get one...

Everyone wants a nympho gf until they get one...

Some time ago I was dating this cute girl. At first she was shy and introverted. As we spent more time together she started to become more open. One night we were hanging out, drunk too much, and hooked up. That night changed her completely.

We started to hang out even more and every time it led to the same thing. At first it was great but she always wanted more. Right after we finished she was ready for another round.

It didn't take long before her appetite started to wear me down. We'd fuck twice, sometimes three times in a row, and she'd still grind against me, her pussy dripping wet and begging for my cock again. 'Please, baby,' she'd whisper, her eyes glazed with lust, 'I need you inside me one more time.' I'd try to catch my breath, my dick sore from the pounding, but she'd climb on top, sliding down onto me without waiting.

One evening, after a long day, we crashed on the couch watching a movie. Her hand wandered to my crotch almost immediately, rubbing my cock through my jeans until it hardened. She unzipped me, pulled out my shaft, and started stroking it slowly, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. 'I can't stop thinking about you fucking me,' she said, her voice husky. Before I could respond, she dropped to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, her head bobbing up and down, saliva dripping down the length as she deepthroated me. I groaned, grabbing her hair, but she didn't let up. She slurped and gagged, her cheeks hollowing with each pull, until I exploded in her throat. She swallowed every drop, then looked up with a wicked smile. 'That was just the start.'

She stripped off her clothes, revealing her perky tits and shaved pussy already soakimg wet. She pushed me back and straddled my face, lowering her pussy onto my mouth. I licked her clit, sucking on it while she rocked her hips, moaning loudly. Her juices coated my face as I thrust two fingers into her, curling them to hit her G-spot. She came hard, her thighs squeezing my head, but even as she shuddered, she reached back to stroke my cock back to life.

'Fuck me now,' she demanded, sliding down my body. She positioned herself over me and lowered her pussy on my dick, riding me reverse cowgirl style. Her ass bounced as she slammed down, clenching around me. I grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her. She reached between her legs to rub her clit, and soon she was screaming through another orgasm, her pussy milking my cock until I filled her with cum. But she didn't stop. She kept grinding, my semen leaking out around my shaft, until I was hard again inside her.

We fucked every possible way missionary on the couch, her legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded her deep; doggy style on the floor, my balls slapping against her clit while she begged for more. By the end, I was exhausted, collapsing beside her as she curled up against me, finally sated for the night.

The pattern continued. Dates turned into marathon sex sessions. We'd go out to dinner, and halfway through, she'd slip her hand under the table to tease my cock. Back home, she'd bend over the kitchen counter, spreading her ass cheeks so I could fuck her from behind. I'd ram into her pussy, pulling her hair as she pushed back, her moans echoing off the walls. She'd cum twice before I did, then flip around to suck me clean.

Mornings were no different. I'd wake up to her mouth on my morning wood, slurping eagerly until I shot my load down her throat. Then she'd climb on top, riding me until her pussy was stuffed full of cum again. 'You're mine,' she'd say, kissing me deeply, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

At first, the constant sex was a dream. But soon, it started to feel overwhelming. I'd come home from work drained, and she'd be waiting naked, fingers already in her pussy, ready to pounce. We'd fuck in the shower, her soapy tits pressed against the glass as I took her from behind; on the balcony at night, risking the neighbors hearing her cries as I ate her out until she squirted on my face.

Months later, we're stronger than ever. She's still insatiable, but now it's our rhythm. We fuck every day, multiple times if the mood strikes, and it keeps us connected. Last night, after a romantic dinner, she dropped to her knees in the hallway, blowing me until I came on her tits. Then she led me to bed, where we made love slowly, my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy as we whispered how much we loved each other. We came together, her nails digging into my back, and fell asleep.