3 comments/ 39102 views/ 4 favorites Awakening, Assimilation, and Denial By: xtcnymphette This is a follow on chapter to look but don't touch and is part of a series that deals with the idea of nymphs in modern times. Giselle found the scene in Matt's office bewildering. They had lain coupled together for some time. It seemed as if Matt would continuously pump his hot cum into her willing virginal pussy and the endorphins would flood their senses for an eternity. The orgasm was intense beyond anything she had ever witnessed when she had watched the old man with the call girls. Matt had fucked her from every conceivable angle and piece of furniture. Once he had tasted her juices and brought her to her first squirting orgasms his cock had swelled beyond recognition and he had brought her to countless orgasms, each more intense than the next. Each causing her hot tight pussy to explode with wetness and clamp his swollen member like a wet velvet vice. Her pussy vibrated with a fine shiver that pulsed around his cock and when she had rode him and rocked on his enormous cock and he exploded inside her she felt as if her pussy drew him inside her and milked him of his energy, his strength and his hot sticky cum that shot in endless steams into her eager pussy. She had collapsed on him and they shared simultaneous breaths their bodies in complete synchrony, their heartbeats aligned, their skin radiating a gentle heat. Giselle had stirred to find that Matt had passed out exhausted by the intensity of their lovemaking. She pulled herself off his cock reluctantly and dressed while he lay with a blissful expression. She put on her silk bra and then the dress. She had worn her panties throughout the lovemaking and they were stained with her virgin blood and soaked with the gushes of her excitement. She gently woke Matt and kissed him sweetly and guided him to a cab with instructions to take him home making excuses that he was unwell. In his suit jacket pocket she had placed her blood stained panties. She promised she would visit him before the end of the day to continue their lovemaking in more congenial surroundings. He left as if in a trance obeying everything she asked of him and quietly boarded the cab to go home to wait for her. Giselle had intended to follow him as soon as she could make her excuses at work. She felt unbelievably strange. She felt more alive than she had ever felt, a surge of energy filled every pore. Memories started to drift back to her, ideas filled her head as if the sex had awakened her past. She had a strange desire to revisit the apartment where the old man had first found her. As she made her way through the busy office building she felt a tingling sensation each time she passed a man who looked at her. As if she knew what they were thinking. Sure she was dressed in a very short dress and had no knickers on but there was something else an awakening sense of the sexual tension in the onlookers. She felt so sexy, so desirable so horny. She hailed a cab and chose to sit in the front seat. As she sat she knew her short skirt would rise within a hairs breadth of her naked pussy. The cab driver was middle aged perhaps forty, he was fit and toned for his age. The vision Giselle offered him was not wasted. He drank in her lithe feminine form with approval scanning her long shapely legs and running his eyes over every inch of her delicious figure. Delighting in her small round firm breasts and angelic youthful face. Giselle recognised his hunger she felt his yearning as if it was her own and then she realised that she was hungry too. She was imagined touching this stranger, she imagined taking his cock into her mouth. She gave him the address of the apartment sat back in her seat and watched him glance at the gap between her legs beneath the hem. His breathing quickened. By the time they had reached the apartment the lump in his pants was too obvious for words. Giselle had not spoken a word to the cab driver and liked the idea of being anonymous she was so horny so hungry. She leaned across to the driver and kissed his ear lobe and slid her hand over the large lump that filled his pants. He moaned as he pulled into the kerb. She nimbly unzipped him and slid her hand into his pants liberating his cock from its confines wordlessly she stroked him pulling the foreskin back from his cock and kneading his cock until it became rock hard. Her fingers barely touched as he stroked him gently. He was so thick and hard. 'Ooooooooh yeah that's so good honey.' He sighed. Wordlessly, for that was the only way she felt she could do this with a stranger she lowered her head onto his cock and ran her moist tongue around the tip slurping noisily. The taste of pre cum made her shiver and tingle. This was what she wanted or was it what she needed. She needed him to cum in her mouth. She blew across the tip as she moistened her thumb and painted the wetness onto it. She grazed his swollen balls with her deft fingertips and nails and felt their weight in the palm of her hand. Her tongue began to flicker in tiny wet swishing motion all over the tip as her hands cupped and stroked. When the cabbie began to shake with excitement she slid his whole cock down her throat and began to suck him hard and fast. He screamed in pleasure as she moved her head up and down on his cock followed by her teasing and stroking hands. It was barely five minute before the cabbie exploded in her eager mouth and she drank his offering like a greedy child. The cabbie too erupted into copious quantities of cum and Giselle swallowed every drop as he sat back his head rolled back onto the headrest exhausted. When he had finished he too passed out and looked comatose or asleep. Giselle never bothered to wake him. She decided not to leave his fare and simply left the cab and headed up the stairs of the stylish art deco building of which only vague memories persisted. She entered the building and passed the front desk where the porter smiled as if he recognised her and waved to her. She entered the old elevator and chose the top floor penthouse suite. The building was circa 1920 and art deco. It had been recently renovated in lavish taste. It was all so familiar yet strange at the same time. She didn't know why she was even going to this apartment. She didn't have a key nor did she know the occupant if there was one. The apartment and the building apparently belonged to the trust which she stood to inherit, technically she was the owner now at 21 she thought. As she approached the door walking down the marble hallway lined with French tapestries she could hear the sound of a woman. As she approached the door it was clear that it was not just a woman but also the sound of a woman reaching a sexual climax. She hesitated at the door and allowed the sound to abate before she knocked. A few minutes past before the door opened. A very young woman answered wearing a red satin floor-length robe. The scent of sex filled Giselle's nostrils combining with the taste of sex that was on her own lips. Giselle stared at the young woman who smiled at her as if she knew her. The woman was perhaps more of a girl than a mature woman. At that age in teens where men are uncertain of their legality yet have no strength to resist, she was perhaps eighteen maybe younger. She was tall, 5'10" with a slender but shapely physique and generous 36 C breast that spilled lasciviously from the tight satin robe, the excited nipples making a thick outline against the shiny red fabric. Her waist was slender and emphasised by the tie that held the robe together. Her curvaceous hips and round pert ass contoured by the soft satin that outlined them. She spoke to Giselle in a foreign language. It was something like French. At first she understood only a few words that she recalled from her French speaking school days in Switzerland. Then as if her memory for this language was awakened she understood perfectly what the beautiful young brunette had said. ' Sister, where have you been it has been so long since we have seen you?' Was this girl her sister? She was confused what was the language she didn't know she could understand. She began to say 'I don't understand. Who are you? She spoke in English but suddenly she began to cry and strange words came from her mouth. 'I don't know where I have been or even who I am. Are you my sister? My memory has been gone for five years now.' She was sobbing now and the beautiful stranger took her into her arms and helped her inside closing the door behind her. The young woman guided her to a divan holding her, her scent was strangely familiar, and she acted more like an older sister than one younger than herself. She calmed her and stroked her knowing that when a woman feels this kind of confusion that only touch and intimate hugs can calm the storm that raged inside her confused mind. As she calmed and the tears abated she opened her eyes to glance around the room the girl continued to hold her and pat her back and Giselle felt loved and secure for the first time. In the room she could see that the young woman had been actively having sex. The room was strewn with her lingerie, underwear, shoes and stockings. Lying comatose on a couch was a middle-aged man naked. A laud moan came from another figure draped over a chair of a much younger man also in a torpid trance. The scent of extreme sex filled the air. "My Poor little sister, I can imagine what has happened to you all these years while we were in France. We expected you to follow after your transformation and then when you did not we could not risk returning for fear of being discovered too early.' The story the young woman told was unbelievable but made sense to Giselle. She was a nymph. Every twenty years or so a nymph regenerates as a young woman. To survive nymphs need regular sexual contact. They need to orgasm and fill every orifice with male sperm. Without it their ageless memory was gone and without it their immortality at risk. To find out one is immortal and lives on sex for survival was a gentle shock to Giselle but it made more sense than the car crash that killed her mother. She was her mother and the old man must have followed her to this secret place, broken into the apartment and watched the transformation. Knowing the old man he would have had a detective stalk her for months documenting her every move, every man she coupled with every person she met. A nymph's secrecy is the most important aspect of her life. She must be able to live in world where people grow old without anyone noticing that she did not. Carla the young woman explained all this to her. They always lived together in groups of three or more, two sisters and an aunt, each physically different so that the greatest combination of male lovers could be accessed. When an aunt reached the time when she would transform the sisters would prepare for her in another country to re design their lives. Carla had recently transformed. It was child's play for the nymphs to seduce lawyers and businessmen to re invent their identities, passports and bank accounts. Their long lives and vast inheritance provided a large sum for their survival whilst men lavished gifts and money and invested in their enterprises for the chance to be with them momentarily or repeatedly depending on the magnitude of the favour. By preventing Giselle from having sex the old man knew he could cripple her memory and quash her power. His plan must have been to do so for long enough to either take over the company or increase his shareholding so that he could have controlling interest in what was a family business that had been in the same female hands for ten generations. The old man was dangerous. He knew too much. He had documents about Giselle's identity and even no one believed the story of the nymph's existence, the fraud of the identity changes would be enough to cause problems for all of the nymphs. Slowly as Carla held her Giselle began to understand. As her long slender fingers caressed her she felt surer of herself, she began to know herself again. 'You grow even more beautiful each time sister.' She felt a tingle of excitement as Carla's hand began to caress her breasts. Her nipples stiffened. She had never been excited by a woman before but she felt so warm and sexy as Carla touched her that she lifted her head from her shoulder smiled and kissed her wetly on the lips. Her soft lips were moist and tingled with anticipation. She found her own hand moving inside Carla's robe and caressing the large firm breasts inside. Carla purred like a kitten and moved her hand between Giselle's legs to her pantyless pussy and found her clit instantly. She shivered and tingled as her expert fingers brought her to rapid orgasm. Her own finger squeezed Carla's large brown nipples hard. They undressed each other slowly and sensuously enjoying the contours of each other's warm sexy young bodies. Their tender kisses so gentle as to take their breath away. The wetness emanating between their legs betraying their need for mutual gratification. ' When you taste me, you will know who you are.' Carla panted in a sexy French accented whisper. Giselle lay back on the divan and Carla's shaved pussy hovered over her eager lips. She felt her own pussy erupt in wetness and begin to squirt as she fingered and suckled her pussy. Giselle found Carla's moist labia and parted the folds until her erect clitoris presented the opportunity for her tongue to flicker over it. He own orgasms erupted and overflowed with wetness and Carla's flooded her mouth. The sweet taste of her juices strangely familiar and addictive, she felt she could not get enough of them and with each wave of bliss, each orgasm, each taste of her sister juices she became more and more aware of who she was and the ways of nymphs. She knew she had to return to Matt. She knew she must form a plan to protect her sisters from the old man's greedy and selfish plot. The bliss of two exquisite bodies intertwined drizzling sexual juices onto each other wore into the afternoon until both were exhausted and sated. Carla had awakened every sense in her luscious body. She was ready. She was hungry for a man, she was hungry for many men. By the time Giselle had gathered her senses she and Carla had formulated a plan and they would put it into practice as soon as they had both refuelled their sexual appetites, Carla with the two men in the apartment and Giselle with Matt. As Giselle entered the elevator she could hear Carla screaming in pleasure as two men penetrated her simultaneously one fucking her hot tight pussy the other ripping into her delicious ass. The experience of a hundred years of hot sex had made her so diabolically sexy as to make her impossible to resist while her youthful shapely body was alluring beyond belief. Assimilation She was tempted to fuck this cabdriver such was the hunger that filled her as she journeyed to meet Matt. She had phoned him and found herself masturbating as she spoke to him breathily. He had recovered enough to feel the longing associated with wanting a nymph. He found himself breathing in the scent of her holding her white silk panties to his face, his cock achingly hard all the time. No thought filled his mind except those that involved fucking, sucking, caressing and kissing Giselle. He was obsessed, infatuated, enchanted, in love, lust and horny beyond comprehension. She paid the driver. She paid no attention to the hard on he carried in his pants as a result of her presence and the knowledge of her absence of panties. She rushed to the elevator and almost ran to his door. He opened it and they stood holding each other so tightly that their bodies knew no boundaries. They kissed wetly, longingly, passionately so sweetly as to send shivers through them that tingled as they touched lips. Their tongues intertwined and they held each other motionlessly. Matt began to unzip her dress and she helped him unhitch her bra. He caressed her lascivious curves revelled in her silken skin and cupped her sumptuous ass cheeks and breasts holding them like precious fragile treasures then covering them with kisses. She removed his boxer shorts and glanced at his perpetually hard cock. He was so big, so hard so thick. She shivered with delight in the memory of it slipping into her tight hot pussy. She forced herself not to touch it. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom as she kissed his neck and ears sweetly then kissed his mouth with more urgency. He laid her on the bed and kissed her neck and ears and slowly made a trail to her breasts where he suckled each nipple rolling it between his lips and teeth and sucking it hard and swirling his tongue over it as she shivered and moaned in pleasure. He kissed his way to her flat belly and then slid his tongue into her wet slit. The first taste of her sent a shock of electric current through him and as he flickered his tongue on her clit and she grabbed his head and ground urgently against his incessant mouth she began to cum. She squirted his face and he swallowed her hot, sexy, sweet elixir feeling with each swallow that energy pulsed in his body. He felt strong, sexy and wild. His cock throbbed and with each draft of her sex he grew in strength and resolve to fuck her. He fingered her pussy and touched her G spot wriggling inside her as she bucked in joy. 'I want you to fuck my tight little ass darling fill me with cum. Do me in the ass Matt darling Do my hot buttonhole.' Matt removed the moist finger from her pussy and lanced it into her ass hole. She shivered and squealed. 'That's it now do me with that big beautiful cock darling.' She shivered and orgasmed as he lanced his finger in her tight ass and lapped at her hot wet cunt. When her screams and pants and begging reached a frenzy he lifted his head and returned to lie facing her his cock between her legs. He kissed her and she guided his cock into her wet pussy. It was virgin tight and his cock was extended beyond belief. As she guided his cock to her wetness he throbbed with the memory of the first time he had pushed past her tight folds. His thick head entered her more confidently this time. There were no tears this time only squeals of joy and begging sounds that encouraged him to push deep until his balls slapped her. He ground against her luxuriating in the torrent of wetness and the firm grip that surrounded his cock. She bucked against him as if they both wanted to push as deep as possible and hold it there without moving. They kissed longingly and sweetly once more like they had at the door. This time the tingles were like twitching that threatened explosion. When neither could stand it any more he began to move inside her slowly at first and sensing her excitement. Bringing her to the edge and then teasing her with stops. He withdrew his cock until it sat just inside her velvet cave and moved it slightly where he knew her G spot lay and when she began to approach explosion he rapidly pumped her wildly fucking like a piston in a high revving engine pummelling her as she screamed and shouted and urged him to fuck her hard and deep and fast. He oscillated between wild ecstatic fucking and slow tender loving which sent them both into raptures. He was a delicious lover a sensitive lover a lover who knew how to please a woman. He had not lost site of what he had dreamed of since the first day he had seen Giselle's hot tight curvaceous ass. He loved anal and so few women shared his pleasure. Giselle was a virgin. She was exquisite. He opened her legs and slid his thick wet cock out of her hot cunt. He spread her legs and slid his cock from pussy to asshole letting the wetness trickle between the two. He guided his thick head to her anal rosette and rubbed the wet tip around the rim as Giselle shivered and moaned. He pressed the tip against the opening, she squealed and then he was inside her hot tight ass. His thick prick burrowing deep into her until she was screaming uncontrollably, she orgasmed with a primal scream and he pumped her hot ass in a frenzy of hot hard wild fucking. Awakening, Assimilation, and Denial All thoughts of tenderness disappeared. All notions of gentleness evaporated. He fucked her hard fast and deep and each scream led to another and he felt excited beyond his limits. He altered position enjoying the rear view. Her delicious ass cheeks held tightly in his hands as he pumped her though repeated climaxes until he felt his own orgasm welling inside him. His balls tightened and his cock swelled and he ejaculated bucket loads of cum into her hot cunt. She screamed 'fill em with your yummy cream' repeatedly. The waves of pleasure were indescribable. They were unending. He lost track of time. They passed in and out of consciousness and then lapsed into a long and satisfied sleep. When he awoke in the morning Giselle was sucking on his cock. This was how the next few days evolved. They fucked night and day sleeping and eating a little in between until they collapsed in a sated exhaustion. Each day Giselle donned fresh sexy lingerie and they caressed and lived inside each other for three days until Matt could no longer service her hunger and slept continuously. Giselle had been told by her sister that a man must drink regularly of her post orgasmic juices if he was to survive long term fucking and what long term fucking provided was the opportunity to couple. Coupling was the act of endorphin and semen absorption. In coupling the pair lay joined deeply together: pussy, ass or mouth and she sucked every drop of semen from him and absorbed all his endorphins. She was like a battery recharging. The more she had the more desirable she became. The more powerful her influence the more sexy she appeared to men. The more irresistible she became. When Giselle left Matt comatose in his apartment she had became completely aware of who she was and of her seductive power. She and Carla would use it on the old man. The old man had wasted no time trying to usurp Giselle's impending control when she reached twenty-one. He had been gathering a nymph dossier on her since he first found out who and what she was. He had hired a private detective to follow her and commissioned a research anthropologist to investigate the nymph legends particularly those that emanated from the provinces of France and Sweden. Since Giselle's birthday the same detective had followed her and witnessed her blowing the taxi driver and meeting with her sister. He was updated hourly and his strategy involved having controlling interest through the board who all supported his management style mainly because they feared him or because he had used sex with them so that he had something to hold over them that he could threaten to tell their wives and families. He preferred to call it persuasion but blackmail was all part of his ruthlessness. The company was large and complex and although there were more than a thousand investors they were never treated as shareholders simply investors who were paid dividend or given more equity for reinvesting. The old man suspected that these investors were all men who had at some stage met with the women who were listed as the owners of the corporate empire. Nevertheless he could control the company by controlling the board and controlling the dossier on the nymphs. He was sure that fear of disclosure would force them into hiding and the longer they were financially inactive the more he could gain control of the company. If he thought he had the scenario won he was sadly mistaken. Carla had told Giselle that she was being followed and what she must do to win back the company. They chose not to meet for some time. They spoke in brief allusive language on the telephone even that may be scanned. As her nymph senses awakened she could sense men's desires. She was aware of how her own sexy thoughts became theirs. As she left the blissed out apartment where she and Matt had fucked continuously for days she was aware of the frequent gaze of the man she knew was the detective, he was a tall ex cop with short cropped hair and a lithe and muscular physique for a man in his forties. She let him follow her back home where she changed her clothing to red silk underwear and a hot tight red silk dress that hugged her body like a new skin. Fletch liked working for the old man. He paid well and the fringe benefits well they were unbelievable. Watching this girl was a pleasure that made him almost perpetually horny. She was his most present fantasy; young, petite, blonde and inexorably wanton. When he told the old man how much he wanted to fuck her he had cautioned him to have no contact with her. Just record her conversations use surveillance techniques to video her and report back to him every 24 hours or sooner if something dangerous happened. Fletch had not told him about her meeting with the other young woman yet. He dismissed it as school friend thing and of little importance. She was hot too her friend 'Carla, not Fletch's type but he could imagine how good it would be standing behind her long legs and ramming his big old cock into her tight little pussy. Anyway the old man had been most generous after he told him about how horny Giselle made him and sent him the sweetest petite blonde hooker he had ever seen. Fletch took out his frustrations on her. She was an expert, gave great head and the view from behind that Fletch craved almost made up for his persistent thoughts of fucking Giselle. He couldn't believe how obsessed he had become with her. He had watched her for almost a week now and her lithe form filled his every thought. Watching Matt fuck her filled him with an inexplicable jealousy and yet when the planted lenses and camera angles were right he was able to watch the hottest pron he had ever seen. Well not quite. He had seen something else like the scene he witnessed only even more extreme. The old man had hired him to follow another breathtakingly sexy woman maybe six years ago. He guessed the Old man was a jealous lover and he had videotaped hours of the hottest porn he had ever seen. The woman in her late thirties- Genevieve, was the closet thing to a nymphomaniac he had ever seen. It was nothing for her to fuck a dozen men in a day or groups of them for hours. She was amazing. She left men exhausted many even passed out and after each torrent of bucket loads of cum she arose from the mass of naked men looking like she was filled with a new energy. Fletch had wanted Genevieve too, he preferred younger women but she was so sexy, so desirable he wished he could join the groups of men that penetrated her every orifice and sprayed her insides with their jism. Fletch mused that this young girl might be related to the older woman perhaps even her daughter. Anyway they looked similar and their behaviour certainly was the same. Genevieve though was more obsessed by sex. It was almost as if she needed to have sex to survive. Like an insatiable hunger was how he described it to the old man who had seemed pleased with this assessment. Anyway after a particularly intense group sex session with six men who she had left comatose in her apartment, he followed her to the art deco apartment building where he guessed Giselle was now heading. She was so pretty, the red silk stretched around her curvaceous body. The hemline of her dress dangerously short and at risk of revealing the fabulously sexy underwear he knew she wore. Damn she was hot! Her low cut halter that clasped her pert little round titties crushed together bra-less in the silk triangles of the top that stretched from the tight waistline that showed traces of her sweet hard nipples in outline through the flimsy silk. He imagined what it would be like standing behind her exquisite ass, lifting up the short hem of her skirt, sliding her panties aside and entering her deep. How tight and wet would she be? He followed her to the door of the building he felt he might be too close and she might see him but he rushed to keep the image of her hot ass in view. He rushed so much that he didn't notice she had stopped and turned around and was now within a few yards of him. Before he realised it was too late. She was standing in front of him smiling sweetly. "It's very sweet of you to be my bodyguard wouldn't you rather walk with me rather than behind me. Unless you prefer the view from behind?' Fletch was dumbstruck and unprepared. 'I umm... don't know what you mean miss I wasn't flowing you I was just you know looking at a pretty girl. There's no crime in that is there?' He stammered. Knowing she was unconvinced. All he could think of was how hot she was, and the image of fucking her tight wet pussy from behind. He began to sweat. She smiled sweetly and without saying a word kissed him gently on the lips. He felt a mild electrical tingling sensation as her lips met his and the taste of the filled his thoughts and senses with an overwhelming desire to touch her. Carla had told Giselle to masturbate to orgasm and then smear the juices from her hot cunt on her lips. The scent and taste made her irresistible to men. Carla's description was totally accurate and the detective was holding her close pressing his body against her and kissing her like he wanted to consume her lips. His hands cupped her tight buns and he ground against her with a growing lump in his pants. She broke the kiss and ground her pussy against his firming cock and let out a small sexy moan. ' We should go inside my friends apartment. I have a key. I mean you do want to fuck me don't you?' she purred. All thoughts of the warnings the old man had given him vaporised. Under no circumstances should he talk to her. Under no circumstances should he touch her! And sex was strictly forbidden- his life would be ruined if he did! The old mans words were meaningless in the light of'... you do want to fuck me don't you?' and the warm scent of her sex on her lips, the sensuous feeling off her sumptuous curves warm and firm beneath his hands. The growing urge to have her as soon as was possible. The overpowering craving that filled every thought, every sense every pore of his body that readied itself to sate the hunger that grew within him to realise his desire to fuck her from behind and in every other position he had imagine over the past few days. The call girl had been good but even this first kiss seemed more satisfying yet brought him to an urgency he had never felt for any woman. It consumed him completely. She led him past the security door to the elevator. Carla had instructed her to touch his cock as soon as possible to cement his fantasy. In the elevator she ran her fingers over his thick lump through his trousers as they continued to kiss passionately. His hands roaming her firm breasts eagerly, pinching the nipples so that they stretched at the tight silk fabric. Her fingernails teased his cock through his pants enough to make his groans of appreciation loud and urgent. She unzipped him and slid her hand inside his shorts, sliding her fingers over the swelling shaft, pulling back the foreskin to expose the sensitive tip and stroking him with feather like touch accompanied by his loud shivering moans. Her fingers formed the familiar cunt muscle circle that induced his first throbs and coaxed his flesh to swell rapidly. She slid her hands over his warm shaft expertly. These were not the hands of a girl who had only touched three cocks in her lifetime but the memory of a million hard erections that flowed to her youthful fingertips. By the time the elevator reached the penthouse top floor he was breathing heavily and emitting a low urgent moan. Fletch couldn't imagine a more exciting woman than this. He wanted to fuck her right here in the elevator his cock was bursting. He knew that she would enjoy him, women usually did he thought, and after all he was big for a white guy the hookers told him. He looked forward to the tightness of this young hottie. She broke the kiss and smiled at him and led him to the apartment opening the door quickly and then turning toward him to help him out of his pants and shorts. When those had hit the floor and she had unbuttoned his shirt she stepped back and reached around to untie her halter. She peeled the tight dress off her delicious tits. Fletch wasn't a big tit man he liked them small but firm and round. She was perfect. Perhaps the most perfect tits he had ever seen. 34B he guessed. All the cliché descriptors fitted her she was round and pert, firm and toned drooping with enough weight to give her a perfect teardrop. Her nipples were not overly large everything about her was proportionate. She caressed her breasts seductively knowing he was enjoying them, she smiled and licked her lips then peeled the dress over her slender waist and wriggled it past her curvaceous hips and ass until it fell to the floor. The red silk bikini panties she wore sat exquisitely on her hips; brief triangles of soft shiny flimsy silk framed her shaved pussy. A diamond stud graced her navel. The panties were string bikinis and the back highlighted the perfection of her curvaceous ass. Fletch had never been a big fan of thongs. He loved to slide a panty aside and fuck from behind the old fashioned way. He loved the vision of a hot ass with tight silk or satin sprayed on the contours of loveliness that was a woman's shape and the delights of shapely legs. The old adage was true he thought; a woman either had legs that went all the way up to her ass or ass that came down to her knees. Giselle was definitely the former. Giselle moved toward him conscious of the effect her body was having on him by the eagerness of his gaze and the throbs of excitement in his cock. He was big. Not just long, perhaps 9 inches but thick so thick in fact she could not get her fingers around his girth. She would enjoy having something that large inside her. She would be so tight for him. ' Mmmmmm you are so big for me. I'm so, so wet for you my pussy will be so tight! Do you want me?' She teased. Flecht's cock was almost thinking for him. All he could see was her bending over and his cock ripping into her from behind. She kissed him and he felt her warm skin against his quivering in anticipation. He fondled her breasts, the smooth skin and the weight of them in his palms as he lifted them and teased the nipples sending shivers of pleasure through him. His cock touched her panty clad pussy and she ground against him lightly to tease his burgeoning erection even more. Her lips sliding across his sensuously nibbling his lips and lancing her tongue into his mouth emulating how she wanted his cock to penetrate her. She broke the kiss and smiled and turned around so he could press up against the shiny silk that clung to her perfect ass, his cock pressed between the cleft of her ass and half way up her back. He felt the warmth of her skin beneath the flimsy silk and a trace of dampness seeping through them. He resumed fondling her breasts and kissed her neck and ears as she gyrated seductively against his thick cock. ' I love it from behind don't you? Slide my panties aside and fuck me I want that big old cock soooo bad.' She cooed. He shuffled her forward so that she could bend over the solid back of a club lounge chair thrusting her delicious buns against his cock. He reluctantly let go of her breasts and took her hips in his hand and let his hugeness rub up against the growing wet patch that was forming in the ass of her silk panties. He took a deep breath between his rapid sighs and peeled her panty aside then guided his thick head towards her tight rosette. He savoured this moment always. He knew from experience most women found his initial entry enjoyable and so he had acquired the habit of making it last until they were begging for it. Generally that wasn't long after he had pressed past the tight wet outer folds and put less than an inch inside her. Enough to let her feel how thick he was how much he stretched her vaginal walls. With this woman he could barely stick to this plan he wanted so desperately to be deep inside her. It was urgent but he summoned all his resolve to push only into her a short distance and was rewarded by as flood of wetness and a shiver in response followed by a long low excited moan. 'OH MY GOD IT'S SOOOOOOOOO BIG! Mmmmmmmmm Fuck me deep hard mmmmm do me please!' She begged and the shiver spread over her body making her ass vibrate with delight. The vibrations made it impossible to resist pushing more into her and this was accompanied by another torrent of wetness and delighted moans. Fletch knew the magic of G spots and pushed into her just enough to find her's. The spot was usually close to the front and in just a short way perhaps a fingers length from the opening and he paused when he judged the spot by listening to the intensity of her moans and then he began short quick strokes until she erupted in a tirade of screams and moans. 'I'm cumming Mmmmm fuck me more deep Mmmmmmmm do me hard, yummy, yummy.' She was shivering, screaming and her ass gyrated violently and she pushed urgently against him so that more of him entered her hot wet velvet pussy. As she orgasmed the muscles around his cock contracted so that she was impossibly tight and they matched his throbs. He had no choice but to push deep into her knowing his length would make her even more excited. He held her curvaceous hips and pushed deep and she squirted in response and filled the air with her screams of pleasure. He pummelled her hard and deep and fast, all thoughts of planned control and manipulating her orgasms disappeared in the heat of simply fucking her as deep, hard and fast as he could urged on by her multiple orgasms that seemed to grow in intensity with each climax. He was being drawn into her hot pussy like a bottomless void. He moved closer to her and slowed his strokes, reaching around to her clit and massaging it through her sopping wet panties. He loved to hold still deep inside a woman and bring her to a clitoral orgasm and feel the swirl of juices around his throbbing member. The dampness beneath his fingertips in her panties confirmed her excitement as he pushed his cock deep inside her towards her cervix. He pressed his fingers against the outline of her folds until the labia parted and he found his way to her swollen love button. She wriggled fervently against his still cock lodged deep inside her and gyrated so that swirls of wetness squished noisily from her excited cunt. In moments she was shivering. He was good at masturbating women he thought. Few women took longer than a few minutes beneath his nimble fingers. Her cunt gripped him like a strongman's handshake and the squirt of wetness spurted from the tightly filled opening and trickled down the insides of her thighs. She convulsed as if she was epileptic and screamed wildly and just as her orgasm gripped her taking her whole body into spasm he pulled his cock from her until it was back once more at the g spot at her opening. He let go of her sopping panty front and resumed holding her hips and pummelling her mercilessly prolonging her orgasm and causing her pussy muscles to contract erratically around his hard ness. When he had reached the point of exhausting her climax and she lay breathing in short shallow breaths shivering with pleasure he pulled his cock from her and turned her around to kiss her sweet lips again. The look in Giselle's eyes was a mixture of pure bliss and passion. Rather than looking exhausted by her experience she was energised. She guided him back to the sofa where she laid him back and began to kiss his chest. She flickered her tongue over his nipples until they were hard and then bit them gently at first and then enough to make him wince she straddled his hips his cock throbbing beneath her sopping wet panties and leaned forward to kiss his neck and nibble his ears as he fondled her magnificent little breasts. She sat upright and took his cock in her hand and guided the tip across the damp gusset of her panties tracing an outline across her folds through the shiny flimsy silk. He moaned long and low and squeezed her nipples hard in response to his own pleasure. She reached down and slid her panties aside with one hand and with the other she guided his cock tip to her clit and let the two sensitive organs brush each other like a warm breeze, so lightly as to send shivers through them both. She let the wetness escaping from her over excited pussy run down his shaft and then positioned his thick head against her entrance. Awakening, Assimilation, and Denial She plunged down deep and held him inside her. She knew how to use her muscles to drive men insane. She clamped tightly around his throbbing cock and then lifted herself so she was almost off him she wiggled her hot ass and then loosened her grip letting more juice roll down his shaft then began a slow ride pushing deep, pausing, gyrating then rising up again. She matched his throbs with her contractions until he was moaning helplessly clutching at her breasts in desperate demonstrations of his uncontrolled intoxication with her movements and the pleasure she elicited for him. The ride became more urgent as his excitement rose. She bounced on him wildly her luscious breasts bouncing unattended as he concentrated on holding her delectable ass as it bounced on his throbbing over excited cock. Time and time again she brought him within a hairsbreadth of orgasm and ejaculation then she would slow and begin her ride once more. He helplessly grasped at her hips and lunged upwards at her and she giggled and gyrated teasing him. He wanted desperately to cum in her he couldn't wait any longer and yet she made him wait. Postponed his ultimate pleasure until his mind was so full of endorphins that he was conscious of nothing other than her hot, wet, pussy sliding up and down his cock. Giselle reached down and began masturbating herself as she rode and began to shudder and vibrate beneath her own touch. Fletcher lay there almost unable to move and when a huge orgasm gripped Giselle he felt her whole body contort in pleasure and his own cock erupt in a wild spurt of cum. He arched his back to ram into her as hard as he could, mustering the last of his pleasure drained energy and then he felt it take him making him almost pass out from the intensity. His throbbing cock was in complete synchrony with her contractions. The waves of pleasure consumed him like a wildfire and he felt a heat overtake his body that seemed to only be cooled by the waves of pleasure that took her. Usually orgasms were over in a few brief moments and then a warm afterglow took them but with her the orgasm not only lasted but also intensified. He felt as if his cock was being sucked deep inside her and her hot cunt was milking him of every drop of his jism. He came repeatedly spurting shot after shot into her greedy snatch. She collapsed on him and warmly kissed his neck and sucked at his lips urgently as he continued to empty himself in her. The waves of pleasure were indescribable he was only aware of the pleasure the warmth of her skin touching his and then hot sticky scent of their love that filled the air. Then he passed out of consciousness altogether. Giselle lifted herself off him and scooped remnants of his ejaculation into her fingers and licked her fingers like a child with a melting ice cream. Carla had told her what to do. She spoke to him in his trance state and let him recount all the information about what he had collected for the old man in his observations of the women. He told where the old mean kept the tapes and where his notes were and what the old man planned to do as far as he knew. The trance he was in was hypnotic and triggered by the sound of Giselle's voice and the unique scent of their lovemaking, which was on her panties. She left him with the panties. All memory of anything he had done with her was gone the only reminder would be her panties which he would keep with him and await her call. When she called he was to find all evidence of the nymphs existence at the old man's place and bring it back to this apartment. Giselle helped him dress and kissed him sweetly as he left the apartment with her wet red panties in his pocket. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered could easily have been his theme song. The look on his face was vacant with wide-open eyes and almost a robotic gate to his walk. It would fade by the time he reached his car and he would remember only what he was meant to remember. He was a good lover Giselle thought, she had enjoyed his size and motion but most of all his copious cum had energised her. With each cock exploding inside her, her memory returned and so too did the skills of a million seductions and the power of her attraction was raised. She showered and found some more sexy clothing she would be fucking a lot more men today if all went to plan. Carla had planned for them to have all of the eight board members voting against the old man's take over bid for them by the meeting tomorrow. Carla was already at work on five of them and Giselle would follow taking in the other three shortly. She was excited at the thought of more sex. She particularly savoured the thought of fucking the man she had teased last week. His desperation gave her a twinge of pleasure just thinking about it. Her fingers roamed her pussy absently as she showered. The pretty young personal assistant was use to glamorous women visiting her boss without appointment. After all the modelling agency and lingerie design company ensured the place was full of them. This one was the kind she hated most. The ones that look younger than they were, perhaps 'looked like jailbait' that was what her boss liked to call them. She was tall and willowy with a superb shape and big firm breasts, she hated that too, a girl with big boobs that defied gravity, so many of them were fake medical miracles but she knew these were not. Her hair was stylishly cut in a short bob expensively coiffured to highlight the midnight blackness and the shiny qualities that caught the light. The cut showed off her slender neck and high cheekbones. The PA knew she was pretty too after all her boss had slept with her a number of times and half the junior executives lusted after her too but she hated the competition of this symbol of idolatress perfection. 'Mr Raven there is a visitor to see you now she says it's urgent.' Raven was use to beautiful young visitors he savoured his job as head of the modelling and lingerie portfolios because it enabled him to almost obscenely indulge in his passion for very young and beautiful women. Sometimes the old man sent them as rewards sometimes he 'auditioned' them with promise of a modelling career. This job had its perks. The woman that entered the office and locked the door behind him was unfamiliar but looked as if she had stepped out of his most erotic fantasy. The fact that she locked the door and began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked towards him slowly swaying her hips mad him shiver with anticipation. Wordlessly she removed the white silk blouse revealing her large firm breasts held only by a white lace camisole. She unzipped the pencil skirt that hugged her delectable hips and shimmied it to the floor to display the stockings suspender and matching white G-string panties she wore. By the time she reached him his cock was already hard and she straddled him sitting in his chair and kissed him wetly as she squirmed her perfect buns over his rapidly swelling cock. He slid his hand beneath her camisole and took abreast in his hand feeling the weight of them and then pinching the nipple. She moaned gently and then lifted her ass and unzipped him pulling his now erect cock from its confines. Without a word she slid her string aside and positioned his cock against her tight opening. She sat on him pushing his cock into her impossibly tight pussy. Her juices rolled down his shaft and he shivered with pleasure as her hot cunt swallowed him deeply. He kissed her excitedly and pawed at her breasts. She rode him gently at first and then faster and more intensely she shivered and moaned and he felt she was close to orgasm. He thrust into her from his seat and jabbed at her insistent bounces until she came shivering and squealing. The only words she had spoken was ' Mmmmmm I'm cumming!' His own orgasm hit him like a Mac truck and gripped him quickly and wildly he felt his cock being sucked into her, her all consuming heat the flashes of whiteness and the swirling sensation of her cunt walls contracting sympathetically around his own distorted cock. Then he passed out of consciousness his body and mind awash with waves of pleasure soaked in an ocean of desire. Carla worked quickly to take advantage of the trance. She programmed him to vote against the old man's take over bid. The board members represented the partners and the partners were men who had invested in the nymphs through several incarnations. Carla had fucked Raven many times before in her previous incarnation she knew he was a pushover for young brunettes and knew what he loved- fast mysterious sex with strangers. She finished her programming and quickly left the office to find her way to the other four on her list. They would all fall as easily as this and she would have the cum of a five men in her by the end of the day. One in his car, two bending over their desks, one in her hot tight ass and the other cumming deep in her throat as she gave him the best blow job on earth. By the time Carla had finished her third sexual encounter Giselle had showered and re dressed in a hot pink top and short hipster skirt. She had caught another cab to work and navigated the personal assistant of the man she had blown at the board meeting with smiles and a story of her wild birthday experiences. Girl talk! Once inside his door she wasted no time in removing her panties and throwing them on his desk as he rose to greet her with a surprised look on his face. He had thought of nothing else but her since she had blown him in the boardroom. His waking and sleeping hours were consumed with desire for her and he constantly masturbated to relieve himself of the fantasy of fucking her lithe sensuous body. Now she had removed her panties and was moving around his desk to sit in front of him. She spread her legs to reveal her hot tight pussy and he stood up and moved towards her unzipping his fly rapidly. Her short skirt was hoisted so that her creamy hips were revealed and her pussy completely exposed. She beckoned him forward reaching out to guide his instantly hard cock to her wet tight opening. He pressed forward to feel the first rush of wetness touch his straining tip, then felt the pressure of her tight opening around his eager cock head as the muscles strained to take him inside. She let go of his cock and he pressed inside her urgently. Five days of fantasising about her had made his need for her urgent and insistent. She kissed him sensuously and the kiss sent chills through him that turned to heat as they reached his cock. He fumbled with his hand beneath her top to cup the luscious breast he had cum over last week and moaned as he enjoyed the firm warm silken skin that lay beneath her braless camisole. He reached his other hand around to cup her delicious ass cheeks and then began to slide his shaft deep inside her. She wriggled to take him deeply, kissed him more passionately and then bucked against his insistent thrusts until their pubic bones clashed with a slapping sound as his balls met her flesh and his cock was buried deep inside her. Giselle revelled in the urgency of his thrusts and her pussy squirted with excitement and clamped mercilessly around his swollen throbbing flesh. She came easily as she always did, her climax accompanied by a drizzle of wetness that trickled between her ass cheeks while her cunt walls contracted around his cock in fast concentric circles that vibrated his flesh with tiny charges of static electricity that were becoming familiar to her now. This was how she drew her strength. By drawing the energy of orgasm and endorphins from a man. She digested them like food. She hungered for it and her own climaxes fuelled his excitement and increased the pleasure that flowed from him to her. His cum was sucked into her. The building blocks of life were the building blocks of her future life, her immortality. He would not last long he was already beyond redemption as his cock throbbed uncontrollably and his eyes rolled back into his head consumed by the pleasure of her velvet depths. He came with the force of a plane in a nosedive shouting screaming and thrusting at her shooting thick wads of his juices into her repeatedly. She moaned with her own climax and felt him pumping the life-giving juice into her and kissed him ecstatically in appreciation of his offering. In five minutes of complete bliss his cock was drawn deep inside her and milked of every drop of cum in his balls. Her fingers closed around them and pumped them to squeeze every drop from him. She rocked against his cock lasciviously greedy for his cum and he squeezed her ass until his jism was exhausted and he passed out of consciousness. As Carla had done with her victims she worked quickly to program his support for the board against the old man. Then woke him from his stupor leaving her panties in his pocket as a reminder of their contract. She hurried out the door smoothing her short skirt over her naked pussy and smiled at the secretary as she made her way to her next double meeting with the two oldest board members. She had rung them previously and asked to meet them in her own office and when she arrived they were already eagerly waiting at the office door. She ushered them both inside and locked the door behind them. She directed them to the interview seats and then simply peeled off her top and wriggled free of her hipster skirt. Confronted by the luscious naked body of their potential boss both men smiled and looked excited. 'Fuck me!' She said and laid on the desk with her legs open, her pussy dripping with excitement with the remnants of her last encounter. Manton stood quickly and unzipped his fly moving towards her. His cock was growing the closer he got to her and she smiled at the rapidity of his growth. She opened her legs and took him inside and he began ramming her like a pile driver until she began to squeal in pleasure and squirm. They rolled onto their sides and continued to fuck furiously whilst Braun watched with his own cock in his hand waiting for his opportunity. He knew about Manton's impotency problems or at least his tendency to premature ejaculate and knew his wait would not be long. He moved towards the couple that writhed and gyrated urgently and began feeling whatever flesh he could find as she writhed beneath his colleagues insistent thrusts. Fe cupped her ass and revelled in its round pert shape and soft warm skin. He felt drawn to her ass hole and slid in a finger and finger fucked her while his colleague fucked her eagerly. It was like he had hit the jackpot she screamed and shivered with joy. 'Fuck my hot asshole, do me now.' She commanded. Braun took no time at all to gather the wetness from her streaming cunt and use it to lubricate his cock and her opening and as Manton slowed in his thrusting he took her curvaceous hips in his hands and guided his cock towards her ass hole. He pressed against it and entered her quickly and roughly. He couldn't wait and neither it's seemed could she, for as her ripped into her asshole she convulsed in a stream of orgasms and shivered to her core with pleasure. The two trying to alternate their thrusts but failing because their needs to be inside her were too urgent they thrust and moaned and shivered encased in her tightness. The pleasure that passed over them was as intense as it was rapid and all at once they both thrust deep and exploded in her simultaneously. Their excited cocks drawn into her, their jism consumed by her, their energy digested by her fabulous sex. Giselle savoured the power that surged through her sense as the two men emptied their juices and energy into her. Once they passed into the trance state she repeated her programming of both men and quickly dressed and left the building to meet Carla back at the apartment. It had been a long and intense day and she had regained much of her memory and most of her erotic power. She had fucked so many men today and some of them had given her great pleasure but she still longed for the kind of loving sex that she had received from Matt. She promised herself that once she had regained control of her life and that of her sister she would return to him. She knew that love for a nymph was something that only lasted a short time but she wanted to savour it. Even for a nymph one loving man every twenty years was enough. Sometimes she could return to him in another body she mused if he was that worthwhile. It would be hard for a man to love someone who has sex with so many other men. She would deal with that problem when she faced it. Matt Loved her as a woman not as a man intoxicated by her sexual power. The thought of him made her feel the humanity of love not the urgency of her hunger. Carla was lying in the hot tub when she arrived back at the apartment and Giselle stripped of her cum stained clothing and joined her. They lay immersed in warm milky water and let the intensity of the days encounters drain from them, their luscious bodies soaking in the perfumed water and glowing with the energy of their sexual consumption. They talked to each other in the strange ancient French dialect that had seemed so unfamiliar to Giselle earlier that day. Now it felt like honey to her ears and warmed her heart with the understanding of who she was and where she belonged. She was this nymph creature who had walked the earth for over a hundred years, wearing new bodies every twenty or so years. Her body hungered for the passion of a man's orgasm, for his sperm for his all consuming touch. She and her sisters were pleasure incarnate, goddesses who had raised the art of love to an exquisite addiction and an intoxicating passion. She felt proud of her beautiful body and the pleasure it brought to men, the power she had over them that resurfaced in her faded memory. The experience of a million lovers in the body of a young woman, with every cell of her body oriented towards attracting lovers and sharing unfathomable pleasure. Giselle smiled at her sister and they leaned forward and kissed. Not like lovers but like two exquisite creatures uniting in their collective pleasure. Without touching beyond their lips, both began to shiver in orgasm, their bodies vibrating in a gentle shiver that passed over them like warm ocean waves, sharing the energy of their days wanton adventures, their bodies glowing with a strange pink aura that pulsed with their cascading pleasure. The board meeting tomorrow would go against the old man and he would return home in a rage to find the detective had stolen all his evidence that revealed the nymphs existence. As usual when he was in a rage he called for a woman to calm him so he could feel powerful again. That was when the nymphs would wreak their revenge on him. When he was at his lowest ebb, when he felt financially and personally powerless his power would be taken from him completely. Carla was unbelievably efficient. She had made herself available to escort agency that the old man used for his women and insisted that she would be available to him as an audition so that the exorbitant fee they charged would be all theirs. Greed and her sheer sexuality convinced them and after all she fitted the old man's profile. He too loved young tall buxom brunettes and she was all of this and more. The madam had been all too pleased to recommend her and pocket the fee. Carla was booked to visit his house at 8pm only one detail remained to be completed- Ralph! Denial The old man had been in a rage when he took him home. He had been ranting and raving about the boards revolt against him and was posing threats to tell their wives about the sex they had participated in and swore to Ralph he was going 'to take them all down' the next day. 'A bunch of limp cocked losers! How dare they vote against me and say they were acting for the shareholders. I have a sneaking suspicion Giselle is behind this though I don't know how. I can't seem to get onto the detective I have following her. It doesn't matter I'll deal with it tomorrow. Tonight I need to relax.' Awakening, Assimilation, and Denial Ralph knew how the old man 'relaxed' it normally involved playing a first date game with the youngest hottest buxom brunette he could get from the exclusive escort agency. Ralph knew because her ran the security cameras for the compound where the house was. His own cottage was a few hundred yards down the long driveway closer to the front security gates. Ralph enjoyed watching his boss fuck these young hotties, and a few times he had been rewarded or been given access to one for his birthday. Until his encounter with Giselle he had thought it had been the best sex he had ever had. Giselle he thought, the old man had mentioned she might be plotting against him. He couldn't imagine her having a nasty or vindictive bone in her body. Mmmmmm what a body, she had only put her hands on his cock once but oh my she was something. Five years of watching her in various states of undress and near miss sex had made her the most significant object of his desire. Denial was exciting but five years was beyond torture. He dropped the old man off at the house and returned to his cottage to await the call from the call girl to enter the compound. He would at least get to check her out before the boss and then nestle next to the monitor with a beer and a hard-on and watch the old man pretend to be a fumbling adolescent and work his way into her panties and then spend the evening fucking her tiny little brains out. Six beers and a wank were on the menu for tonight he thought. Carla pressed the entrance button at the front gate and activated the security cameras. She knew Ralph would be checking her out so she made a slutty show of wiggling her plentiful breasts and pouting seductively at the security camera. Ralph let her in and escorted her to the house where the old man let her in and quickly closed the door. Ralph returned to his room and flicked through the cameras until he found the one that best showed of the beautiful visitor. He activated sound too so he could hear her sweet sexy French accent. She was the old man's consummate type. She had everything and she looked like she was the wrong side of jailbait too even though he guessed she was eighteen she had a youthfulness and naivety that really turned bot the men on. He popped his first beer and watched him play out his favourite fantasy of two virgins exciting one another so much that they eventually are so consumed with passion that fucking becomes inevitable. Normally this was from behind with her panties and clothing still on but sometimes they pressed each other from the front and urgent rubbings became penetration. They had kissed for almost half an hour with no touching. The kind of gentle kiss that lovers make. The old man boiled inside from the touch of her lips. They seemed to vibrate and tingle with excitement as they pressed together. Her scent was familiar and her taste too brought back distant memories of other lovers long ago. She was a heavenly creature by far one of the loveliest he had had in recent years. The taste of her full red lips filled his mind with visions and urges to touch her to fondle her delectable breasts, to caress her lucent skin, to reach beneath the tight hem of her dress and touch her moist pussy. He quivered at the thought of the luscious underwear she knew these girls chose to excite and provoke desire in their men. He could barely control himself but enjoyed the sensation of postponed pleasure that denial afforded. ' Do you want to touch me?' the pretty young girl gasped into his ear between kisses. 'Oh God yes!' he moaned savouring the invitation almost as much as the touch it offered. Her voice was sooooooo sexy she was unbelievably hot! She smiled seductively and he put his hand on her breasts gently feeling the warm skin radiating from beneath the black string shouldered top and lacy bra just discretely visible beneath the low cut dress. He gathered the weight of her breasts in his hands and she cooed appreciatively as he squeezed it excitedly and continued kissing her. He squeezed the nipple until the outline was prominent through the two thin garments and enjoyed the warm excitement of her kisses as he fondled them like an adolescent. From outside he moved inside her bra and pinched the nipple then moved his hand beneath the hem of her dress. As instructed she played the virgin and pushed away his first attempts at touching her. Then when the tension was at a premium she acquiesced to his touch and allowed him to caress her moist panties. The old man was delighted by the softness of the panties, their obvious dampness and the speed at which she began to grow in excitement. He was good at this he thought and knew how to bring a woman to orgasm easily and quickly. This beauty was no exception and was screaming in pleasure within moments of his fingers sliding over her clit through the thin shiny silk panties. The old man's cock was already straining at his pants to be touched by this goddess and he fought the urge to get her to touch him or to press up against her with it. Ralph enjoyed the view of the pretty girl with her crotch exposed and delighted in the sounds of her pleasure. He had finished his third beer and his cock was definitely rising to the occasion. He watched as the pretty young thing feigned inexperience and reached out to touch his cock through his pants. The old man almost came in his pants when she ran her fingernails around the outline of his cock in his Armani suit. When she unzipped him and began stroking it with a girlish wonderment of a child opening a birthday present Ralph found himself touching his own oversized shaft to match her actions. Just as both cocks had the foreskin peeled back Ralph heard a call to the front gate and cursed as he slid his cock back into his pants and went to answer the call. 'It's me Giselle, can I come to see you I wanted to talk to you about something really urgently. Please don't tell the old man I'm here! He thinks I'm responsible for what happened today. I'll explain when I see you can I come in please?' Ralph liked Giselle, correction like most people he loved Giselle and could never imagine she would do anything to harm the man who had looked after her after her mother had died. He let her in and quickly examined the monitor whiles she moved to his door. The brunette was bent over a sofa and the old man was kissing her delicious panty clad ass as she shivered in anticipation, the sounds indicated she had just cum and was panting in pleasure from his mouth being on her wet pussy. He slid upwards and pressed his cock against her and she begged him to not fuck her. He inserted several fingers in her and she shivered in delight while he fingered her and pressed his burgeoning cock against the soft silk panties stretched across her pert ass cheeks. They were slid aside enough to take his eager thrusting fingers and he black dress had been hoisted above her hips. Her bra had been unclasped and he fondled her magnificent breasts as he rubbed against her. Her moans erupted into breathless cries of 'Mmmmmm I'm cumming!' the old man was moments away from entering her for the first time. The knock came at the door and Ralph blanked the vision and sound. Perhaps he would catch her in full flight later in the night. The old man liked to feast on these young ones for as long as possible and it wasn't unusual for him to expect them to fuck all night if he was up to it. He let Giselle in and she kissed him sweetly on the lips in greeting and led her to the lounge room where the three beers littered the floor near the monitor screen. His lips tingled. The taste of Giselle was enchanting. ' Ralph, I knew you'd understand. The old man has apparently accused me of tampering with the Board members to vote against him. I don't know how he could think that I've been with Matt most of the time since my birthday.' She crossed her legs and Ralph noticed the brevity of her hemline. Her legs were gorgeous, so shapely and smooth. Her ass was a wet dream on its own. The white halter-top dress laced with gold thread that fitted snugly over her curvaceous body revealed more than it concealed. It was backless to the hip and the halter split to the same point on the front of her shapely breasts clasping them tightly in narrow strips of fabric that held them apart that highlighted the sweet cleave between them. The hem was perched perilously below her tiny white and gold panties. He knew the colour and texture as he had caught sight of them as she sat and crossed and uncrossed her legs. The wonders of expensive designer mini dresses was that one could reveal and yet the hem would always slide perfectly back over the revelation to conceal, this was a poetic strip tease of design. More and more he found himself drawn to looking at her body rather than listening to her explanation. Finally she got up and walked towards him. 'You've been so good to me Ralph. I know you want me and when I saw how big and hard you were for me that day in the car. I swore I would offer you the opportunity to make love to me if you wanted to. You do want me don't you?' She didn't wait for the reply He was kissing her pressing against her body and roaming her exposed flesh within moments. His large body wrapped eagerly around her petite frame, his big hands caressing her superb ass cheeks reaching beneath her tiny dress. She had already begun touching his swollen cock. She licked his lips and clawed at his back urging him to touch her and feel her spilling wetness. They moved backwards to a lounge suite and she lay back as he untied her halter and kissed her slender neck tracing a rapid line towards her pert little breasts. He slurped noisily tugging at the erect nipples with his teeth and sucking the brown jellybeans between his lips like a greedy child. Giselle caressed his thinning hair and moaned encouraging his insistent suckling. He peeled the dress down past her hips and she smiled as he peeled it off her legs and take in her almost naked body. The sweet sheer fragments of gold and white forming a perfect triangle over her shaved pussy, with gold strings extending around her luscious creamy hips took his breath away. She was stunningly pretty, the body of a nubile nymph. Skin so smooth and luminescent that it felt like warm butter to touch. He resumed kissing her creamy flesh beginning now at the succulent navel encrusted with a 24-carat diamond stud. He lanced his tongue into her belly button and placed his thumb and palm between her legs to feel the dampness gathering there. As he kissed his way towards the damp patch of panty he recognised the familiar scent that filled his senses and thrilled his body. The sweet intoxicating odour was like a magnet pulling his face to her pussy with an overpowering force. The first taste of her through the diaphanous panties reaffirmed the intoxication of her succulent juices. Giselle knew that her wetness made men hard, she knew that each time she orgasmed her juices gave her lovers endurance and hardness. Her cum was like viagra making a man rock hard, swelling his cock beyond belief and giving them the strength and endurance to bring her to countless climaxes where she could build him to a frenzy before she harvested his orgasm and sucked his jism like a milkmaid draws cream from her prize cow. Ralph's lips touched her pussy sensuously and he pressed against her lips as if he was kissing her mouth. He found her clitoris easily and sucked it through the damp panties. Giselle arched her back and drew his head tightly against her then shot a rich squirt of love juice that flooded her panties and filled Ralph's mouth with the intoxicating elixir. Every pore in his body tingled as if an electrical charge ran through him. He drank a deep draught of her sweet syrup and she came repeatedly beneath his lips. His hand moved to cup her tiny ass cheeks whilst the other massaged her labia through the white and gold silk eventually sliding it aside so he could finger her wetness. Two fingers inside her showed the promise of tightness his cock would encounter. He wriggled inside her so that he could find her G-spot he knew as she writhed in pleasure and elicited wanton moans that he had found it and her whole body now responded to Ralph triggering orgasms after orgasm in her until she was gushing with wetness and shivering with pleasure. When Giselle recovered sufficiently to talk she simply pulled him to her face and kissed his cum soaked lips pulling him towards her opening her legs as he pushed urgently between her. For a brief moment Ralph wondered whether the old man had fucked the sexy young brunette yet and then lost himself in the flurry of rapid removal of his clothing and the urgent need to be inside this lascivious nymph. At the house Carla had postponed the old man's penetration of her from behind convincing him that she would give him an experience he had never had that would drive him wild. He felt the challenge of self-denial in the face of unbelievable temptation. He watched the beautiful brunette peel off her dress to reveal her bra, panties, suspenders and stockings. She led him to the bedroom where she encouraged him to lay on the big old iron framed bed. She stripped him naked and laid him on his back and then stood back and peeled down her stockings one at a time as seductively as an erotic dancer. She took the stockings and tied each of his arms to the corners of the bed. She removed her bra to secured one of his feet and the suspender belt for the other foot. The old man had never tried bondage before but this beautiful stranger made him want to do many things he hadn't tried. She straddled him and kissed him with his hugeness trapped beneath her panty-clad pussy. He could feel the sopping gusset against his swollen cock. She stood above him, her legs astride his head. He gazed up at her hot little pussy and watched her gyrate seductively. She masturbated and let the juice drip into his mouth. Then she turned her attention to his cock and began covering it with tiny wet kisses, slurping her way all over his shaft until he was within moments of explosion. She brought him within a hair triggers breadth of explosion then she stopped and pinched his cock only allowing a pearl of cum to escape him. He shook with pleasure and quivered with anticipation. When the throbbing stopped she straddled him and rubbed his excited cock flesh across her silken pussy until she came again. Each time she brought him to within a short breath from orgasm and then stopped the climax, pinching his cock tip, sealing his explosion from escape. He felt the pleasure without the release time and it was perhaps four hours since she arrived at his house that she finally took his over excited cock into her super tight cunt and gyrated on his hugeness with a wild ride that reduced him to a gibbering wreck of a man. He thrust up at her luscious ride. His cock was overstretched to the max. His cock was aching to be inside her and then when it was he could barely wait to cum in her. Ralph had forced Giselle's panties aside and relished the moment when his thick cock stretched her elastic pussy walls. Once past the tight opening the swirl of sexy juices cascaded around his over thick cock. He was one of the biggest cocks she had ever had and she enjoyed big men and men who were good tender and firm lovers. His cock pushed past the tight vaginal walls and found her cervix with its impressive length. As he began moving inside her he felt her erupt in pleasure. She bucked furiously at his thrusts enjoying the combination of size and motion. All went as planned. Giselle was to distract Ralph so he did not see what Carla was doing to the old man. Giselle and Ralph fucked wildly, deeply and with unabated passion and when Giselle felt her own orgasm grip her he responded by intuitively thumping his hugeness inside her. Within moments of entry his throbs were in synchrony with her contractions, their impassioned breathing rising to breathless shallow screams and shouts. He fucked her in missionary position to start with then with the superhuman energy that his draught of her cum had given him manipulated her into all kinds of wild fucking positions until finally, in triumph over his desire, she rode him until his huge throbbing cock exploded inside her. She drew his cock deep inside her and sucked the energy and warm ejaculation into her with a tender efficiency. His pleasure was extreme and they vibrated sympathetically holding each other tightly as the waves of heated excitement crashed over them repeatedly. Back at the house Carla too bounced on the old man's cock until he came within a breath of explosion then she slid off him and denied him the pleasure of ejaculation. He experienced all the power of an exquisite orgasm, all the intensity of her heated sexual delights and yet was denied the final climax the feeling of warm squirting into her honeyed slit. He felt the extreme sensation of the orgasm, shaking with a strange combination of frustration and pleasure and passed out of consciousness. When he awoke next the old man could hear the sound of an unknown language being spoken in soft sexy tones by two women. As his eyes came into focus and he regained consciousness he began to distinguish shapes and sounds. He was no longer in his own house. Where was he? His hands and feet were still bound. He looked at the velvet straps that held him spread out upon a large four-poster bed. His cock was aching. He was still impossibly hard and distorted. He felt a hunger in him he lusted after the taste of the beautiful young woman's juices and longed to empty himself in her. He could think of nothing else but the thirst for her pussy and the hunger to be inside her. The voices moved closer to him and he stared up at Giselle and Carla, both naked. They were too beautiful to be human their bodies so perfect, their skin so toned and smooth their visage like goddesses. They spoke the unknown language to each other as he regained consciousness. He recognised some of the words as French. Some words were unrecognisable. The tone of the language was musical and breathy like the sound the tone used by women giving phone sex. Between the breathiness and the unintelligible words he could make out the phrase: 'Give him your sex Carla, I will see to his hardness.' With that Carla moved her slender body over his head and began to masturbate so that she dripped her juices into his mouth. He struggled to catch them and as the first droplets touched his lips he was filled with the fire that compelled him to eat her hot wet slit. She pressed her cunt against him and ground against his face as he lapped at her drizzling cunt like a starving kitten. As the juices fuelled his hunger he felt a hand touch his aching cock and felt the incessant throbs and urgent need to cum fill him once more. Giselle's mouth slid over his cock bringing him to the edge of ecstasy time and time again. Each time she let his cock struggle to explode and denied it. She repeated the operation with her super tight pussy bouncing on him wantonly bringing herself to countless orgasms and stopping just short of allowing his explosion. She did the same with her tight ass hole repeatedly. She allowed only a miniscule drip to escape him each time. For hours the beautiful women teased him until he passed once again out of consciousness. Ralph had brought the old man to the renovated art deco apartment and then returned to his duties his mind erased of any of the events of the last 24 hours. The women held the old man for three days taking turns to torture him with their sex and milk him drop by drop of his cum. In the next few days he would return to his house and announce his retirement. He would introduce a new CEO, a woman from the Swiss office and retire from work willing his fortune to Carla who shared his house and bed and gave him his only happiness. Giselle returned to Matt and enjoyed his lovemaking even more savouring his mortal love and balancing it against her own needs for daily sex from the many men that fill a nymphs life. Awakening, Assimilation, and Denial Endnote This may not seem like a satisfactory ending for some. The old man was punished and lost his power and position. Happily his next orgasm was massive and satisfying and was inside Carla who he worshipped. At the end of the day, if we were to discuss the morality of this story we can see that no one was harmed, men gained unheard of pleasure form young women and women profited from the power of their bodies and sexuality had over men. The Microsoft office dictionary describes nymphs as: 1.A minor goddess or spirit of nature in mythology, inhabiting areas of natural beauty such as woods, mountains, and rivers and traditionally regarded as a beautiful young woman 2.A beautiful young woman (literary) Our nymphs are certainly goddesses but are they mythological? If I was to sound like a feminist for a moment then we could say that men crave young women all their lives and that women become invisible at 40 years of age only to be replaced by the image of the next generation of youthful sexuality. Hasn't sex become the power that women wield? The images, the promise of desire is all tied in with men of all ages craving young nubile women who promise to give them access to all of their bodies for pleasure and whilst looking like a virgin have the timeless knowledge of an exquisite whore. Nymphs then are a post-modern reality, we young women enjoy our moment of sexual power when a man cum's inside us. For that moment he is helpless and no thought fills his mind beyond the primal desire to make his genes immortal through merging with this goddess that brought him to this pleasure that is the orgasm. If truth be known the nymph's existence is perhaps kind of sad. They are indeed eternally youthful and enjoy the power that beauty and sex provides but their need for sex grows as they age until they must spend their existence feeding on groups of men before they regenerate as a nubile youth. True love and long termed monogamous relationships that satisfy us mere mortals are difficult if not impossible. A nymph is far from a sexual vampire because noone is harmed when a nymph loves them, on the contrary they experience undreamed of pleasure. A nymph is indeed a goddess and the knowledge of goddesses of love extend back beyond mythology, the images of the sacred feminine in all cultures is always inseparable from their sexuality. So it maybe that the story of these creatures told here are unbelievable but if you think hard enough about it nymphs do walk amongst us. The old man felt Carla's pussy contract around his aching cock. Her copious juices drizzled down her thighs. She was unbelievably tight and he was beyond hard, his cock distorted by the days of cruel torture. She was dressed in black her dress hoisted to her hips and as he had dreamed of taking her over a week ago he had entered her from behind sliding her black silk panties aside. He held her hips and felt her gyrate as she orgasmed with him inside her. He had brought her to climax by massaging her clit through her panties as he held his cock motionlessly inside her. The swirl of juices around his cock was luscious beyond words. 'Cum in me darling fill my hot wet pussy.' She urged. He pummelled her wildly his balls slapping against her flesh, his hardness lancing her velvet tightness as she gyrated appreciatively, perched on her hi heels. He held her hips tightly as he felt the cum rising from his balls. His cock swelled and his balls tightened. Her cunt gripped him mercilessly vibrating, matching his throbs with her contractions. He stared lustfully at her magnificent ass and his cock slapping into her and the suspenders and stockings that were growing wet with her juices. 'OOOOOOOOoooooooooooh!' She screamed as she came wildly her ass shivering as she felt his explosion rising inside her. He thrust deep into her as it hit him and he felt the pleasure consume him more completely than anything he had ever experienced. In this moment there was nothing except extreme joy. Every sense tingled, every muscle and nerve ending shivered and vibrated as his mind filled with a flood of endorphins and his nostrils filled with exotic sexual pheromones. His ears ringing with the sound of her breathy moans. He came hard and long emptying the passion of extreme denial into her and she glowed like the heavenly creature she was as she received his offering drawing his goodness into her body and absorbing his energy into her psyche. In the few years he had left to live this was all he would need from life. Please let me know what you think of my nymph characters I have developed them for some time and their powers and life cycle is established now but I hope to develop them more and your comments are greatly appreciated tiffanie1980@yahoo.com If you like my stories please let me know and vote for me appreciate every readers who lists me as a favourite and try hard to listen to your comments and feedback. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it. Love Tiff