I’m(f) a 22 year old nymphomaniac. Been in trouble because of it countless times, here’s the story about why I love it and don’t want help.

I’ve been dying to find a place where I could tell my story and not have people think I’m a dude who just got a boner and wants attention. The other subs I’ve posted this in either sent me messages saying it was too much, even the confessions on.

I’ve posted on gonewild, and if you want to check my photos so you can put a body to my story, go ahead.

Anyway, I discovered my pussy early on and have been fascinated by it ever since. I treat her well so she can treat me well. I lost my virginity when I was 15 with a guy who barely knew what he was doing. His only thought process about the whole thing was ‘shove it and try not to cum too hard’. We had one date and that was it. But that’s when it began.

I always noticed back then that one of my teachers would look at me differently. I was way more developed than the other girls in my class, and my tits were always getting attention. This teacher, Mr. C, taught chemistry and I thought chemistry was boring as hell. One day it was way too hot and I came in with pants and a tank top. I’d been getting attention from boys my age all the way to class, and it was nice, but I got turned on when Mr. C looked at me, looked at his desk and then looked at me again, double checking to see if I was actually real. I got wet. I knew right then he was interested in me, I fucking knew it. I sat at the end of the class, everybody else in front of me. Whenever he looked my way, I’d smile and tease him, touch my tits, carefully spread my legs and rub my pussy. I’m lucky as hell no one noticed. The teasing went on for a while, and then, he asked me to stay after class. In my mind I’d won him over, but he lectured me. He said I should respect myself more, and stop what I was doing. I was pissed off. I went home and thought about what he said, about respecting myself…but he had no problem looking, right? But I was attracted to him nonetheless. I knew he wanted me. You just know these things. He wasn’t handsome nor young. He was a tall 58 year old man, he was balding and had a beer belly. But you could tell he had a big cock. That’s when I discovered I had a kink for older men.

Mr.C became my challenge, but at the same time, I was still mad. I was having sex with pretty much all my guy friends and older guys from classes above me. I had the reputation of being a slut, but my grades were good and I was pretty and no one ever saw me with a boyfriend, so people thought the reputation was just because people were jealous. It was mean, I know, but I used it to my advantage. I began to fail chemistry on purpose, and soon enough I approached Mr. C. I told him he was right, and that I’d lost myself (haha) and I needed his help. He took on this fatherly look and said of course he’d help me.

I was well behaved the first two private classes he gave me. We would meet at the chemistry lab after class and he’d teach me shit I already knew. I started slow. I brushed my knee on his with mine when I sat next to him. I didn’t wear a bra and my nipples would always get a little hard. When he explained something to me, I’d put my hand on his knee and giggle, say something ‘omg, I’m soooo stupid, how could I not see it before?’. Then I moved my hand higher and he kept on explaining, and when I reached his croch, he held my wrist and asked me what I was doing. But he was hard, and he’d been hard for a while. I told him that if he didn’t want me, I’d leave, but I was wet for him and I wanted him to be my first because I was in love with him. That was the chepeast lie, I wasn’t even an anal virgin at that point. He said it was wrong and I told him that I wouldn’t tell anyone, I told him I’d been acting out, teasing him because I wanted him, I knew he’d treat me right as my first time. I asked him to please not let those other boys take my virginity like it means nothing. He fell for it. Or rather, he wanted to believe that.

He didn’t take his pants off, but I took off my pants and my panties. We locked the door. He looked at my pussy like it was a gem, like he hadn’t seen one like that in a while. Young, fresh. He asked me if I had had oral and I lied, of course. Always wanted to try it, I said. He treated me like a little princess. He’d lick my clit and look at me to see my reaction, I’d fake first times feelings as best as I could. He slipped a finger in me, slowly, then two, and kept licking my pussy, circling his tongue around my clit. All the while I kept pretending this was all a first time experience, but I culdn’t fake my moans. He was really fucking good at that, better than the boys I’d been screwing. He got me good and wet, on the edge of cumming. Then he held his cock, he was hard. I knew he wouldn’t ask me to blow him because he thought I was such an innocent little virgin. He licked his palm and stroked his cock. He told me and I remember it clearly, his voice has never left my brain: This will hurt a bit, sweetheart.

I said I trusted him. He had a good cock. It wasn’t huge, but it was above average and thick. He slid in slowly and I crunched up my face, gasped a little, pretended I was in pain. He stopped and said it would be okay soon. After a moment, I told him I wanted him to move. He asked if I was sure, and I just nodded, trying to get him to fuck me the way I wanted without letting him know I was lying.

He started slow, each thrust he’d look at me. I had to ease in to the pleasure, pretend I didn’t want to ride him until I cummed. But once I did he started to pick up the pace, and I started to feel free to moan. He kept asking me if I was okay and if I was enjoying it, and I said that I was and he pulled me close to him, pounded a little harder. I told him to go faster, he asked if I was sure and I just nodded. He went faster and harder and when he was about to cum, he pulled away and shot his load on my chest. I was still wearing my shirt. He apologized, and I said it was okay. He knew I hadn’t cum, so he started licking my pussy again, his tongue on my clit and I cummed in his mouth. It was one of the best orgasms I had at that time, and it solidfied how much I loved sex, especially with older men.

After that he switched classes. I guess he felt guilty or something, I just know that he never spoke to me again. We’d cross paths on the hallway and he’d look away and I’d giggle silently. It didn’t bother me because I had my eye on someone else.

I grew older and my kink never went away, but it was starting to affect everything. This addiction for sex. If I wasn’t busy with school or work, I was masturbating or watching porn or posting pics online or trying to find someone to chat with me. And if I wasn’t masturbating, I was out having sex with random men. I liked seducing them. The ones in a relationship even more so. That makes me a horrible bitch, but I honestly didn’t see the relationship, I didn’t care, I just wanted sex, I wanted forbidden sex, I wanted sex that made you feel so guilty for having it enjoyed so much when you should’ve controlled yourself better.

I liked older, married men. Creepy men who’d stare me up and down like I was fuck doll. I liked it better when their marriage was falling apart. Do you have any idea how men in failed marriages fuck? It’s amazing. It’s mind blowing because they haven’t been getting it at home, they all fuck me like they want to fuck their wives but can’t.

But like I said, because my behavior was concerning, I was sent to a therapist. No one in my real life knows I’m a nympho, except that therapist and she can’t tell anyone. She tried to make me see that I was erratic, that my behavior came from something in my childhood that made me feel left out (fyi, I had a great childhood. No one abused me, no one hated me, no one mistreated me.), made me feel like I needed to replace that with sex. I was put on anxiety meds to calm me down and control my urges. Didn’t work. I’d take my pill, go out and fuck as many people as I wanted, and I’d feel so fucking relaxed afterwards, it was bettern than getting high. I was having orgasm after orgasm with a calm, and serene mind. I’m pretty heaven feels like that.

After a while, I started to pretend I was feeling better and wasn’t having sex and I was cleared out of therapy. That’s around the time I almost got killed because of my nymphomania.

I’ll write this part and then stop, otherwise it will get too long. But I still want tow rite my story, and there’ll be another part for this.
Back to the point:

I started seeing this guy. I told him straight up I only wanted sex. I was barely 18. He agreed. He had a good cock. I never cared for sizes, and I love all kinds of cocks, but that guy filled me just right. We’d fuck all the time, he never even knew my middle name during our time together. We barely talked, we just fucked. One time we were watching porn together, and we came across a gangbang video. I always thought a gangbang was hot and wanted to be in one. I mentioned that to him and he said he could make it happen. I felt scared and turned on and excited.

He arranged for ten guys (including him) to meet at a house in the middle of nowhere. I was taken there, I was the only girl. Ten guys. They barely even wanted to know my name. The guy I was seeing would make comments such as ‘she can take it in the ass no problem’ or ‘she likes to be dominated’. It was degrading and also the hottest thing. I was loving it. They made me take off all my clothes, and kneel in front of them. I was to suck their cocks to get them in the right mood, and I did. I sucked them until my mouth went numb and my lips were swollen.

One of them layed on the ground and told me to get on top of him. He slid his cock into my pussy and started fucking me hard without even letting me get a chance to breathe properly. I was then pushed forward, and this other guy started fingering my ass. He was kind enough to lube me up. Didn’t take long for him to start fucking my ass, just the tip first and then easing his way in. Feeling two cocks inside of me at the same time almost made me cum right then, but I held it off. I was getting fucked and passed around like a little doll and I was loving it, until this one guy almost choked me to death. I was riding him, and he started thrusting hard and choking me. He just wouldn’t stop. I remember the world and the nosies started to fade out, and I could feel my face get hot, and then he released me. I thought I was going to die, I felt dizzy afterwards. But then this other guy starts to fuck my mouth, goes deep, and doesn’t let me breathe. I again thought I was going to die. I was scared out of mind and so fucking turned on. I can’t explain it. They all came in my ass, and they made me cum a lot. But when I went home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how dangerous that was. I could’ve died, honestly.

I stopped doing such dangerous things. But I sure as hell didn’t stop my compulsion, my addiction. I embraced the lifestyle, and after a couple of days, I broke it off with the guy who arranged the ganbang and went back to fucking other people.

I really want to talk about my boss, but that’s going to have to wait a while. This is my story, at least part of it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/53xc86/imf_a_22_year_old_nymphomaniac_been_in_trouble