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Alright, I'll finally admit it to myself, I can't help myself, I'm over sexed. At forty years of age and with three failed marriages under my belt I have to face the reality that it might be my problem not theirs. I really wish I were more, what my ex spouses would consider, normal, but I'm not. Day and night, I'm always interested, always wanting, needing, and demanding more. The thought of sex continually ignites the embers of passion, which smolder constantly in my body. It pervades me with lasciviousness, hard to control, but I believe I do. Contrary to what one ex spouse would claim, I'm not promiscuous, partly because I fear the diseases which are rampant through our society but partly because I take pride in myself and also know that loving sex is far superior to the run of the mill. I do not hang out in bars or any other types of fleshpot. I have never had a one night stand and all those I have bedded I would gladly do so again including my ex's. So my problem remains one of loving sex too much!

Fortunately I have a strong healthy body, muscled where it should be, soft where it should be; large where my partners liked me to be. I have always been complimented and believe I'm one of the lucky few which are far more attractive than most. This of course is no fault of my own but an inheritance from my extremely good-looking parents. I never had to exercise to maintain the beautiful shape I'm in, though I will admit once I turned thirty five I began to run to maintain my tone. I discussed my sexual appetite with my mother one day not long ago to discover I might have inherited my sexuality too. She felt she had been lucky finding my father who was as libidinous as herself, constantly servicing her to her extreme satisfaction. Mom felt maybe I had inherited a double dose of the sexuality from them. So I had to deal with passions, which sometimes overwhelmed me with desire for the taste of a beautiful dewy pussy or the hard penetration of a fine male.

The very thought of which forced my pussy to weep it's exudate of love. Nymphomania was a term one ex husband once used but I disagreed not showing the promiscuity such a mania describes. If anything possibly erotomania would be a more pertinent description although some might feel I was splitting hairs. I don't think so taking the pride in myself I previously described allowing only those who I loved to service my salacious emotions. One ex husband felt I loved too many particularly at the same time, but such was my nature and to my credit he admitted he knew before he married me and had enjoyed the extra female in his bed which I had occasionally allowed him, for I would bring home my favorite flavor for him to taste. The latest divorce had shaken my normal confidence and I abandoned my career and friends to return to my roots actually going home to live with my parents, now in their sixties, while I searched for a job, apartment, and more basically new beginnings.

True to my mother's comments the activity in their bedroom was nightly and inspired my lubricious nature forcing the continuous use of vibrator, dildo, and fingers as my mother loudly proclaimed her orgasms with ululations, which would put to shame the cries of Middle Eastern women in morning. Finally, one day I confronted her and asked if she were capable of quiet. She looked me straight in the eye and told me she had all the quiet she needed when I was a teenager and they had attempted, effectively I might add, to hide their cardnalism from me. She added I was forty now with three ex husbands and knew full well what went on in a bedroom. Nightly I was subjected to her lecherous howls as I lay in my lonely bed, fingers working my neither lips as my lubricity grew, listening to her shameless moans as she sometimes loved her man far into the night.

One night when I could no longer stand the incredible bawdiness of her groans I went to their bedroom with the intention of spying on their erotic activities. When I slowly opened the door, I was startled to find myself looking into her impassioned eyes as she rode my dad facing his feet. My fortune was such that he had requested to watch her sex and bottom as she relieved them of their raunchiness that night. Mother smiled when she saw me so I stepped into the room to watch her ravish my father's body with her mucilaginous pussy. Watching not only fired my quagmiry pussy but caused my saliva to flow as well, as my father with a few well placed squishy thrusts used his staff to make his deposit into her eliciting the usual ululations of love. My impassioned body was on fire as I stripped my nightgown over my head. My nipples ached from their over engorgement as I strode across the room forcefully pushed my mother off her perch onto her back beside my dad exposing her oozy hairy pussy to my lustful gaze. I believe my tongue had already parted my lips as they made contact with her liquescent sex intoxicating me with their commingled fluids as I stove with protruding tongue to lap their liquor from my mother's body. My mother's hands held me tight as she drove her sex into my waiting mouth with increasing undulations of her body and further ululations sounded into the night.

My father, apparently not to be out done, soon had his tongue deep in my own pussy tasting for the first time his daughters nectar, as I was tasting his, sucking it from my mother's sex. It turned into a wonderful night of loving and I was surprised at my dad's ability to recover at his age. Soon he was pubic bone deep in me as my mom watched and finally reached between us to play with my clit firing my humping hips to even greater speeds as my sex swallowed my dad deep inside of me bringing out a depraved wantonness even I didn't know existed. I loved the depravity of making love to my father's probing shaft as my boobs bounce in time to his thrusts under the salacious eyes of my mother. They both inflamed me with the debauchery of their actions causing copious amounts of my fluids to spill onto the bed. My desired desecration complete as his spew filled me with his corrupting fluids. My pussy sang with desire as now my mother's degenerate mouth debased me further with the obscenity of her act sucking me dry. It was glorious arousing corrupting sex so shamelessly indecent it satiated for a moment my ruttish, unvirtuous, horniness. I had fallen into the depths of depravity and knew I would now consciously look for the sexual acts, which would grossly offend most of society but satisfied me to my sexual core.

Although my parents continued to allow me to live with them, satisfying nightly my libidinousness desires as well as their own, I felt that I had to establish my own space in this small community. Soon I found several part time jobs as a photographer my credentials being from a major eastern magazine. Both the local newspaper and advertising agency had use of my services and with money coming in I looked for a place of my own. An old friend represented, much to my surprise, the local real estate agency. We had been inseparable until I had moved away to the big city. Sylvia was a beautiful woman and I knew from experience one with strong sexual desires. They were nothing like my own but strong enough so she had enjoyed my ministrations when we were young, giving as good as she got. My pussy promptly wet the gusset of my panties while I thought of those forgotten times.

She was married now and I knew immediately who; having watched them frolic when they were young. I had never told Sylvia that her now husband Brad had approached me first and I had enjoyed his hardness a number of times before realizing he was one of those men who loved receiving oral sex but was loathe to give it. I have never understood why some men find the juices of a loving woman distasteful, but he was one of them and I had soon dropped him in favor of a man more suitable to my sexuality. I wondered if Sylvia still enjoyed a good tongue-lashing or if she received any at all. She filled me in with news of Brad's business success and their family, as with shock I understood she now had children that were twenty and eighteen. I suffered a moment of jealousy before accepting that my lascivious nature would never have allowed the time or the freedom to raise children of my own. I was simply too busy looking after my own needs. Hence, the possible reason for the failed marriages.

We gossiped continually as we hunted for an apartment that would suit me. I narrowed the field considerable requiring a large living area with fireplace as well as a huge bedroom where I could locate my king sized bed. Sylvia talked about all our old high school acquaintances as we looked filling me in particularly on sexual peccadilloes which had been committed by those we mutually knew. Finally late in the afternoon we found a semi penthouse that would stretch my budget, but satisfied my sense of home with large spacious bedroom and a living room which not only had a gas fireplace but a wall of glass that gave a magnificent view of the small city below. It was the kind of place that I could turn into the love nest that I envisioned.

By way of celebration, I took Sylvia for dinner that night and we talked about old times as I ordered bottle after bottle of our favorite wine. Soon we were both loose tongued so I dared to bring up the subject of our old sexuality and found that she remembered it with fondness. I could see the lust growing in her eyes as I told her how much I had enjoyed those times. I asked how her sex life was now and with alcohol-induced freedom she told me it was boring and all Brad ever seemed to want to do was have his sex orally satisfied. Not that she minded, but it would be nice if he were to return the favor. Brad was up to his old tricks. Emboldened by her obvious needs I suggested that maybe once again we could enjoy the sensations of mutually wet tongues. She informed me she could not as she was married but the momentary shiver of lust that pervaded her body told me otherwise and I vowed that night to once again seduce her with my tongue.

As the weeks passed mom and dad kept me constantly aroused and feed my appetite for sexual depravity with their sexual attention. They would often have sex in front of me; dad filling mom's loving pussy before she would straddle me facing south so she could hold my legs wide and high allowing father complete access to my delights. My pussy streaming against father's tongue as mother leaked their commingled mix into my awaiting mouth before sliding her pussy over my face to send herself on another orgasmic trip. Normally this would cause my own multi orgasmic seizures my body quaking against my parents. Although they assured me I could come back at any time I did want new beginnings and thought of Sylvia as possession date of the apartment drew near. I could think of no better way of breaking in my new love nest than to have a taste of Sylvia's nectar. We had been seeing each other regularly for coffee and the occasional few bottles of wine in the evening when Brad was out of town on business. I told Sylvia I wanted to have a house warming party with just the two of us some evening and she agreed picking a Monday when Brad was going to be away.

Once I had my furniture in place and those touches added that made it feel like mine I started to look forward to the Monday. I stocked the apartment with a considerable number of bottles of our favorite wine and phoned her to suggest that she stay the night because I planned that we do some serious drinking. She arranged it with her children and arrived looking very nice in an uplifting bra and semi transparent blouse. Her skirt was short, coming to just above the knee. It showed off her beautiful legs. I had also paid some attention to my dress wearing for her viewing pleasure a mini skirt that I knew would show off my thighs with the elastic stockings that required no garter belt so that I could flash my milky white inner thighs at her. I had selected my tiniest thong so she would have momentary glimpses of only a slightly hidden pussy. In addition, I was braless allowing my large pendulous breasts to roam freely adding a sexuality that I knew she liked as every motion animated them.

To begin with I sat across from her as we talked, refilling our glasses frequently. Sylvia soon began to talk of the sexual exploits of our mutual acquaintances as I made mental notes for the future. I would often allow a glimpse up my skirt as I refilled glasses and was pleased to note lewdness in her manner. As she became more loquacious, I moved to sit beside her on the couch making sure our thighs were in contact with each other's. Laughing with her as I slid an arm over her shoulders and touched the curvature of her breast, which sent, tingles directly to my pussy. She moved away from me slightly but made no comment. So a few minutes later I again touched her breast this time grasping it gently in the palm of my hand with one finger circling her nipple watching it erect under the thin fabric of her bra. Sylvia sighed, but this time leaned into me accepting the cupping hand. Now I knew if I was careful and didn't spook her I was once again going to taste her sweet nectar. As the one hand continued to fondle her breast, the other shaking slightly undid the first then the second button of her blouse. My mouth was dry, I could hear the speed of her breathing increase as a third and fourth button gave way allowing me to draw apart the opening of her blouse so now each hand cupped a bra-incased breast. I could feel her rock hard nipples and longed to take them in my mouth. Gently I fondled and rubbed arousing her further as the speed of her breathing increased yet again.

Finally, I dipped one hand into her bra and carefully lifted the beautiful orb from its silken case exposing it to my sight. With heavy sighs Sylvia's hand dropped into my lap just below the hem of my skirt, which had ridden up to such an extent that her hand was on my bare inner thigh, her little finger possibly a half inch below my pussy. That same finger began to make little circling motions bringing it against some of my pubic hair enticing me to do more. My mouth descended onto her waiting nipple sucking it onto the liquid warmth of my mouth, sending lovely messages to my pussy and hopefully hers.

After several minutes of fondling and sucking both beautiful orbs, I felt it was time to further my advances and taking her hand helped her to her feet. I slipped the blouse off her shoulders and slide the straps of her bra down her arms before undoing the clasp that held the cups together in front. When she dropped her arms, the bra dropped to the floor. There she was stripped to the waist her aroused nipples peaked by their surrounding areolas which were at least the size of silver dollars sexually opulent. I stripped my own blouse from my body exposing the heavy pendulous flesh that I remembered she had enjoyed so much in her youth often falling asleep using them as a pillow sometimes sucking on one of them. I took her in my arms one hand grasping her rounded derrière as I kissed her my tongue entwining with hers. Her saliva sweet to my taste, but I was after that which was sweeter still.

Our breasts mashed together adding to our arousal. My hand left her bottom end to undo the button of her skirt. Then down with the zipper allowing her skirt to fall away revealing thong panties, thigh high stockings, and a garter belt. I removed my own skirt leaving only my thong and stockings. I could see the interest as her gaze traveled my body taking in the broad hips and pubic triangle only slightly covered by my tiny thong. It was obvious that Sylvia remembered with pleasure the times we had as teens but now looked forward to my fuller more womanly body. She surprised me by leading the way to the bedroom stopping to admire the expanse of my bed. I came up behind her and grasped a breast as my lips kissed her about her neck and shoulders bringing shivers of arousal as my other hand slowly slid down her abdomen under her thong and took possession of her hot wet pussy lips, splitting them with my fingers, rubbing her nubbin of love. With a few twirls, I had her fully aroused and ready for my tasting.

Gently I turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed her bottom at the edge. Kneeling before her my hands, with a lustful tremor, undid the clips that held up her stockings, she elevated her beautiful tush as I pulled her thong away revealing her dewy pussy lightly dusted with her pubic hair. Her scent wafted in the air redolent with the promise of sexual desire further inflaming my own strong smelling response. With thong thrown behind me my mouth descended tasting her dew for the first time in twenty one years. Her taste was stronger than I remembered but not quite as creamy. As I drank from her fountain of juices, I realized I was bringing her to orgasm too quickly, she being one who enjoyed a good teasing. I licked her hairy outer lips then her milky inner thighs staying away from the nectar I loved so much. I enjoyed the ineffectual humps of her pussy as she strove for more contact. Finally her own fingers split her lips and began a rapid almost vibrating like motion.

I held her hand and motioned her to move up on the bed while I removed my thong further enhancing the scents that pervaded the already odoriferous room. As soon as she centered on the bed, I straddled her face bringing my own pussy to bear on her lips and tongue as I once again delved into her fountain of nectar lapping at her sweetness. Oh how I enjoyed the honey of a fully aroused woman. Its taste, texture, and feel sent messages to my own pussy to produce its own mucilaginous spend that Sylvia in turn ingested. Soon the tension of arousal became so great that orgasm was pending for us both. With final licks and finger probes, we both wailed our enjoyment, the songs of passion melding as we came. Fortunately, unlike men, for Sylvia and I it was just the beginning of a night of passion as I descended into the depths of depravity.

Sylvia and I became lovers, each unable to get enough of each other, intoxicated by our mutual lasciviousness, and to our friend's amusement seemed to have regained the inseparable friendship of our youth. Little did they know, all I dreamed of for weeks was of the taste of her nectar, while she counted the minutes to the next tongue lashing which I so lovingly would bestow. Soon I was a fixture in their household getting to know her two good-looking children. Matt, was a dark, tall, blue eyed, twenty years old while his sister Sue was a curvaceous, sexy, blue-eyed blond, eighteen years of age. She reminded me of her mother and I remembered the creaminess of Sylvia in her youth wondering if Sue's exudate was like her mother's at that age. I became extremely friendly with both children, as Matt would follow my body with his eyes while his sister behaved as though she were jealous. My suspicions were awakened but I kept my own consul waiting for and opportune moment to confirm my growing interest in the goings on between these two siblings.

One night I invited Sue for a drink at my new digs, pressing her with more alcohol hoping she like her mother would become more loquacious as the alcohol mellowed her. Why is it, the state in its wisdom allows teens to be sent to war or the gas chamber, allows them to drive at sixteen but will not allow them alcohol till there twenty one? Maybe it's because of people like me who will try to take advantage of them. Any ways I told her, her brother had told me they were making love and asked her if she were frightened of becoming pregnant. She replied without thinking she was on the pill and wasn't worried about their fooling around. She began to blush, as she understood what she had revealed. Got you I thought to my self as my mind thought of her pussy thrusting against my lips as I drank from her fountain of love. Sue would be more difficult than her mother to woo to my bed having already enjoyed the wonderful hardness of a male. But now I was determined to have her and her brother as well for that matter.