Another Version of 'Careful What You Wish For.'

In my adolescent years, I always thought it would be great to get with a true nymphomaniac. In my twenties, having a series of girlfriends, many of whom were great in bed, but never as sexed up as I was, I once again thought a nymphomaniac would be the answer to my wildest dreams. Then I met Magic. Her actual name was Julie, but depending on who she asked, she said she was once hit by a car and unhurt, and that's why she's called Magic, or that she gives magical blowjobs. She was remarkably tall. At 6'1" she was three inches taller than me. Neither of us was particularly bothered by that. Magic had brunette hair, rather large boobs, and a thin, but very shapely body. I could never understand why she wasn't snapped up by a better-looking guy with more money than me. She operated a camera for the local news station, and I couldn't believe all the news and weathermen didn't 'do' her. She told me they were all too 'conservative' for her. She imagined they wouldn't be very good in bed, or wouldn't last long enough, or go enough times in a row to suit her, so she routinely turned them down. I felt honored that she found me interesting. We fucked on our first date, and it was good. The only thing was, as soon as I came, and after I licked her to several crashing orgasms in a row, she wanted more. She fooled around with my now-limp dick, and was disappointed when she discovered I was truly finished for the day. She came back at 10pm, wanting more. Cool. We fucked again. I was ready by then, and we managed a simultaneous orgasm. But she wanted more, and once again, I was spent. Tired, too. I wanted to go to sleep, so I politely shooed her out. At 3am, the doorbell was ringing. I was like, "What the fuck?" There was Magic on my doorstep, wanting more. I tried. I really did, but I couldn't even get it up. I once again asked her to leave, this time none too polite. She wanted to sleep with me, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep a wink. Besides, she'd probably start fiddling with my dick again, trying to get it hard. Variations of this went on for two weeks. Sometimes we did fuck, but more to suit her than me. Well, sometimes, I enjoyed it very much. And yes, she did give magic blowjobs. But, enough is enough! She'd phone me late at night. She ask me to take her to dinner, only to embarrass the hell out of me by pulling down my zipper under the restaurant table and trying to stimulate my dick. I started to hatch a plan. I had a young friend of sorts, more like an uninvited apprentice who had at one point admitted that he was horny and still a virgin. Being bisexual, and none too sensible in those days, I invited him to play with me, but he wasn't having it. But, I was thinking about Magic. Hmmm, if I could get those two together, he could lose his virginity, which he said he really wanted, and she might be able to discharge her energy with him. Maybe jus maybe the two of them would hit it off, and leave me the fuck alone. First, I told Magic. She was all for a threesome. Horny though she was, she hadn't really done much of anything experimental. For her, live was blowjobs, getting licked to orgasm, and plenty of fucking. She hadn't even tried anal intercourse. But then, she was in her early twenties. There'd be lots of time for that. Then I told Michael. She kind of scared him, being so tall. He was reluctant. A day later, he was begging me to make it happen. We set a date that all three agreed on. In retrospect, why I had to be there didn't make any sense. I was trying to get rid of Michael and Magic, but I guess the idea of a threesome intrigued me. The day came, finding Michael with a raging uncircumcised boner, Magic and I all naked on my king-size bed. Magic had shaved her pussy for the occasion. You'd think I would be attracted to that, but the surface was kind of dark and like sandpaper. Depilation would have been better. Still, who was I to complain? It took some stirring of the pot on my part to get things going. For the first few minutes, even though we were naked, and us two guys had erections, it was all small talk. No one wanted to be the first to start something. I talked the two of them into kissing. That worked. In a moment, she was guiding Michael's rock hard cock into her dripping wet pussy. For some reason, they were both on their knees, facing each other. I'm surprised things lined up, and that they could keep their balance on my bed. Michael immediately started pumping his cock in and out of her. Really fast, like 100 miles an hour. I suggested he slow down, as she made a face over her shoulder at me. At this point, I couldn't resist, so I put a finger in her pussy along with his virgin dick. I wanted to feel the action. This sent her over the edge, and she started quivering, moaning and bucking in the throes of a strong orgasm. He immediately pulled out, not knowing what was happening. I jumped on her while she was still orgasming, and finished what he had started. Now some women have a single orgasm, like men, then they are satisfied. Or more than that. They are done. (Like my wife.) Not Magic. It was as if the orgasm was just a warm up for the big event. Next, she directed us to help her fulfill a fantasy she had been harboring for a while. She wanted Michael to fuck her again. But she instructed him to lay face up on the bed, while she crawled back onto his still hard and very willing dick. Then, she wanted me to put some cream on my dick, crawl over her back, and insert myself into her anus. I love anal fucking. I was so excited! I started her out with a finger. She announced she could barely feel it. Figuring she was already super horny and probably loosened up. I brought my penis to the tip of her anus, and slowly, ever so slowly, pushed in, knowing that no matter how horned up a person is, you don't just jam it in. I was in about two inches when she started yelling, "Take it out, take it out!" Of course I withdrew almost immediately. Evidently that was hurting her. Somewhat disappointed, I sat back, and stroked my own penis, while watching the two of them fuck. Watching Michael's face as he came inside her threw me over the edge, and I pumped out a good load onto my bedspread, as the two of them remained connected. Sweaty and spent, they calmed down together, with him still laying on her. After a couple of minutes, she was ready for more. She commanded that I should fuck her. But I had just ejaculated. It was not going to happen. Or so I thought. Working up my penis again which had pretty well deflated, I was surprised that it got hard almost right away. Michael was watching me intently, and I think that's what did it for me. She was now laying on the bed face up, and once again, she directed the show. She wanted to be fucked from behind on her knees. Flipping over and assuming the position, I had a wonderful view of her pussy and asshole, a view I always enjoy. I didn't need an engraved invitation, and within minutes, I was pumping another load into this tall girl. My plan worked perfectly. The two of them hit it off, and Magic and Michael became fuck buddies. I don't believe they were ever in love. They were just two people with a shared favorite passtime. Michael had once admitted to me that he had jerked off 11 times in one day, and so I guess he could better handle her nymphomaniac tendencies. I was so glad for both of them. A couple of weeks later, I was starting to miss her. It was just about then that the rocket scientist came along. This woman, short, with beautiful black hair, a little bit rounded but just pleasingly so, was a professor of computer science. She taught C++ programming at the university, and a major contributor to then-current computer gaming technology. She was of Inuit descent (Eskimo, really!). She became my new fuck buddy, best friend and lover. Magic receeded into my memories as a pleasantly fulfilled fantasy.