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Nymph

By: NzWiccan



I had been here a lot since moving back to New Zealand about six months ago. I had been living in Greece, on a sort of working sabbatical from the local university. Since I lived two blocks from here it was the first place I went for a drink after I moved in. Once I walked in I had kept coming back. It was... different I guess. A hole in the wall leading to an underground club larger than you would guess with a dark nature-like atmosphere, lush green furnishings and playing a lot of industrial, metal and rock music, 'Nymph' was the hottest alternative club in town.

Although there was another reason why I had kept coming here, I'd never tried to find out her name but she had turbulent emerald eyes and gorgeous black hair and was slightly taller than my 5'9. I'd guess just shy of 5'11.

The Nymph.

Well, thats what I called her anyway, since she was the owner of this club. I thought she was, simply, the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. Unfortunately, I'd never worked up the nerve to actually speak to her. I was pretty sure tonight wouldn't be any different. My friends hadn't shown yet so I started circling the club, looking for a good table and checking out the people. The place was starting to get busy and I couldn't find a table so I went down to the next level, the main dance floor was down here and it wasn't as busy as the entrance level yet. There was a second bar that stretched almost the length of one side of the room and I found a standing table towards the furtherest corner of the room just back from the first tables surrounding the edge of the floor. 

My stone gray pinstripe coat started to make me feel warm and I slid it off, exposing tanned skin and lithe but muscled arms. I was now clad only in my matching waistcoat and breast strapping. Outside of their strapping my breasts are full but not overly large, I imagine strapping them down would be more painful if they were. I'm pretty average in build but years of gym workouts and swimming have muscled me up. I was glad I'd chosen my ass-hugging black leather biker pants, no matter how unforgivingly warm they might become, when I saw the Nymph making her sweep of her club. 

As she mingled through the crowd, shaking hands and smiling, flirting where appropriate I couldn't take my eyes of her. Midnight black hair streamed the full length of her back, all in pencil braids and entwined with ribbons of hot pink, sky blue and grass green. Loosely tied back from her face and held in check by a few braids looped around the fullness that moved as if filled with life all its own. As I watched her I surveyed the crowd, everybody turned to watch her, even the gay boys couldn't seem to keep their eyes to themselves as she sauntered seductively through the growing waves of people. I could feel myself moisten as I watched her intently, the sweep of her grass green skirt wasn't too wide as she spun from a customer to her assistant to order a round for a table of VIP's. The hem fell just below the line of her knee and my breath quickened for an instant as I took in the full view of her. A sheer matching grass green corset showed off a more ample bosom than mine, with a beautiful jade pendant in the shape of a tree hanging just above the cleft from around a long and slender neck that I wanted to sink my teeth into. Her long porcelain legs were toned, chiselled muscle and she wore simple heels in matching green. I shivered from desire as she walked towards me, full lips shaped into a dazzling smile. The bangles that decorated both wrists were the same colours as the ribbons twisted through her braids and a jade armband encircled one of her toned biceps.

By extrordinary luck I had picked the table behind the group of her friends that she had invited that night. The only seat left being closest to my table I had a great view as she bent over slightly to pull out her seat. The tautness of her skirt showed the luscious curve of her ass before falling loosely away and I couldn't help but look, well... actually stare is more accurate. Before she could sit she leaned across the table to greet her friends and I saw part of the tattoo that adorned her back for the first time. I strained my eyes in order to see more, following the twisting almost root-like tendrils from the base of her spine, I noticed runes and Greek characters knotted throughout the trunk that ran up her spine, hard to see between the lacings of the sheer corset she wore and I leaned closer to her without realising. Trying to see the branches I could just make out under the shimmery green fabric.

So engrossed was I that I didn't register my friend Nicole, waving manically and making her way through the throng of people, until the Nymph turned around to see who she was waving too. Knowing it wasn't her, she turned to find me staring at her back. I smiled as I glanced upward, since I had been caught I figured there was no harm in admiring the rest of her tattoo. My deep brown eyes followed the tattoo around her torso. Leaves, more runes and Greek characters woven into branches covered her smooth flesh and slid up towards her perky D-cup breasts, which unfortunately were covered by less sheer fabric I couldn't see through. Raising my eyes to glance to her face and gauge her reaction I was pleased to see a playful smile on her lips as she turned away from me and sat down and I was joined by Nicole, Jill and Bobbi.

"Hey Aria." Nicole greeted me as she pulled out a stool and leaned back into Bobbi's arms.

"Who's got your attention tonight?" Jill, my ex and best friend asked me as her greeting as she came round and hugged me.

"Only you," I answered as I hugged her in return, smiling over her thin shoulder at my flatmates.

"Bullshit." Jill laughed as she pulled up another stool.

"We all know its the raven haired beauty behind us." Bobbi joined in.

"Yeah the one that owns this place," Nicole piped up.

"The one you nearly always stare at..." Jill finished as they all laughed at my expense.

"Pfft, you all say that like I'm the only one of us that does." I joked as I pointedly looked at each of them in turn.

"Well, at least we aren't as obvious." Nicole smiled at me.

"Anybody here got work or study plans early tomorrow?" I asked, keen to escape their good-natured torment.

"I'm free so I'm getting shots and chasers. Speak now or suffer the consequences." I announced backing away towards the bar. Getting smiles and thumbs up from them I turned and went to order drinks.

Coming back with a tray of Black Mamba shots (Black Sambuca and cream liquer) and four whiskey and cokes we started our night with a toast to the Equinox. 

"Blessed be." We choursed before downing each shot. The dance floor began to fill and Snake River Conspiracy pumped from the speakers.

We filed out to the floor, whiskey and cokes in hand, not really worried about our stuff at the table as we could all see it from where we ended up. I started swaying to the music, feeling buzzed from the shots I found it easier to dance. Usually I was the dyke who sat in the corner, watching everybody else. Tonight I wanted to be part of the swelling, undulating crowd, dancing and swaying and free. I saw Jill smile at me as she danced closer to me, leaning in so I could hear her as she said something about Nic and Bobbi. I looked their way, giggling as I saw Bobbi's hand slide up under Nicole's shirt and caress her lover's stomach as they started making out. My arms drew Jill closer to my body and we danced to the husky haunting sound of the music being played, our bodies moving together in familiar rhythm. Jill's hands roamed slowly over my back, snaking under the waistcoat I wore to knead the muscles of my lower back.

"You look hot when you dance" she whispered in my ear.

"You always look hot." I said. But when I felt her hands slide down and cup my ass, pulling me closer so that the strap-on I was wearing rubbed against her pelvic bone I wanted to back off, I knew this was a bad idea as it was when we first hooked up.

"I did always love the fact you come prepared." Jill laughed as she stroked the strap-on through my leather pants.

I laughed, grabbing her hands away "Now, now. No more of that. We both know its not a good idea."

Jill smiled at me, "Fine, but you know you're missing out." She called out as she headed to the bar to order more shots for us all.

Grabbing Nicole and Bobbi, I headed back to the table and we all downed our tequila shots. Deciding they weren't enough I headed back to the bar, ordering another couple rounds of Black Mamba's and whiskey and coke's.

"Put those on the house account Aroha," a deep, sultry voice said behind me as a long-boned feminine hand was placed on my shoulder.

"And add a couple rounds of those Black Mamba's for me and my table as well." The Nymph nodded to the bartender as she slid her hand lightly down my back. 

"Sure thing, boss."

"So..." The Nymph said as she turned her sparkling emerald gaze on me... "Your group seems to be having a good time tonight."

I smiled, "Yeah we are, thanks." My mouth felt dry as I wet my lips. She was so close to me, I hadn't seen her this close before and my clit throbbed as I returned her gaze.

"We always do, actually. You run a great club." I stammered looking for conversation as the bartender finished up one tray of shots and drinks, putting them out and starting on the next tray.

"Well, your welcome. I don't think we've met before," she said extending her hand towards me, "I'm Daphne."

"Aria." I replied taking her hand in mine. It was warm and silken and I liked the feel of her hand in mine, "It's my pleasure to meet you." I murmered as I raised her hand to my mouth and kissing the back of it.

"Charmed, I'm sure." Daphne said as she giggled, clearly amused. "I didn't think anybody did that anymore."

"Perhaps they should, Daphne." I replied, trying my hardest to focus on her eyes rather than her breasts which were even more gorgeous and full up close. I was acutely aware of her body inches from mine, the heat of her radiated around me. I struggled to say something else.

"So, was your name inspiration for the club?" I asked, gesturing around me.

Daphne raised one pointed eyebrow at me.

"Like the nymph that turned herself into a tree to escape Apollo's infatuation." I continued. Trying to think of something else to say.

"Yes actually." She turned toward the bar as the second tray of drinks was placed in front of us.

"Most people don't make the connection," she smiled. "Do you like Greek history?"

I smiled, a topic I knew something about. "Yeah I love it. I teach it actually."

"Teach it? Thats cool." Daphne motioned to the bartender who began making two more shots.

"You'll have to try this shot then. I call it Apollo's Downfall."

"I'm game."

"I thought you might be."

Glancing around the crowd as I waited, not sure what to say next, I noticed Jill hooking up with a girl at our table. Feeling slightly relieved, I turned to pick up my Apollo's Downfall.

"What should we drink too?" Daphne asked as we raised our glasses.

"How about to Spring, since tonight is the Equinox."

"Agreed."

"To Spring." We chimed in unison as we downed our shots.

The sharpness hit my tongue and burned my throat as I swallowed. Her head tilted back to swallow her shot and I was mesmerised, watching her. Taking the opportunity to roam my eyes over her body hungrily, I imagined running the tip of my tongue along those tattooed branches, under her sheer green corset. I could see them clearly this close. My hands ached to grasp her hair, her breasts or her hips as I suckled one of her nipples, her clit.

I wanted her desperately.

I raised my eyes and was met by an amused gaze, triumphant and knowing.

"Wow. What was in that shot?" I asked, throat dry my voice came out husky with my desire.

"Absinthe, ouzo and a secret ingredient. No other drink has it." She smiled as she lifted her tray. "I better go, and I really should let you get back to your girlfriend and friends." Daphne said as she turned away.

"I don't have a girlfriend." I answered, "But my friends will be wondering what I've done with their drinks." I joked.

Daphne turned her head back, long black braids and coloured ribbons flicking over her shoulder as she did.

"Oh I thought the blonde was your girl. Looked like it on the floor." She called out as she moved through the crowd.

Lifting my tray I followed her back to my table.

"Finally Aria!" Nicole cried out as I placed the tray down.

"Almost sent out a rescue team for you." Bobbi joked.

"Yeah we were gonna make posters with your picture on them and everything." Jill finished.

"Alright, alright." I waved my arms in surrender, "Next time one of you pays then." I shot back. My limbs felt light and airy, and I glanced over at Daphne who was back with her group, handing out the Black Mamba's. Electric chills shivered along my spine as I looked at her. I wanted to go back over to her, I felt drawn to her, like a compass drawn North. My breath came in shorter gasps as I stared.

"You should try talking to her." Jill said to me. Startling me from my reverie. The girl she had picked up was feeling her up, kissing the back of her neck. Careless of the crowd. I did my share of the shots, one after the other, after the other and sculled half my whiskey and coke before answering her.

"I did speak to her. Her name's Daphne."

Nicole and Bobbi stopped making out and stared at me, Jill stopped her pick up from feeling her up.

"What? That explains why you took so long at the bar then." Jill squealed excitedly.

"Strike out?" Bobbi asked.

"No. Thanks for your vote of confidence by the way." I scoffed, "I think she was watching us dance before."

"Well, since the shots are gone, I was gonna suggest dancing again." Nicole said. Leading Bobbi to the floor by her hand, and pulling her into the pumping crowd of dancers.

"Let's go," Jill said over her shoulder, doing the same with her new girl.

What the hell I thought as I followed my friends into the swaying masses.

As Perfect Circle played out of the club's speakers, I swayed along as if in a trance. I felt so alone as I looked around me. I noticed people everywhere were hooking up, grinding on each other, half of them were practically having sex on the dance floor. Bobbi and Nicole certainly were. Jill and her conquest were nearly there as well. I felt wrong and out of place amongst the masses of people enjoying each other, a lemon in a bowl full of apples, I needed to get some air so I left the floor and found myself outside in the smokers area which was practically empty.

"Are you feeling okay? You look a little peaky." Daphne's voice seemed to wrap around me like vines, little leaves of firey desire tickling the sensitive skin around my ears, blazing down around my breasts, my stomach and my hips. 

"I could really use a glass of water, I guess." I said as I turned to find her standing close to me, holding a glass of water. 

Daphne smiled, her teeth were white and straight and her lips full and inviting as she offered me the water.

"How did you know?" I asked as I took the water and sculled half of it down in one long swallow. 

Daphne shrugged. "It's my job." She laughed, and a cute blond guy walked out. She moved closer to me to let him pass by her, hooking her foot on the bottom bar around the high table we stood at. Casually the inside of her thigh rested against the outside of mine, the vines of fire I could feel around me snaked their way down my legs, between my thighs. My nipples stiffened under the strapping and razor sharp desire sliced through to the centre of me. My hands shook slightly from the strain of resisting the urge to drag my nails lightly up her thigh to her enticing womanhood. I sipped my water for something to do.

I didn't know what she was saying, all I could focus on was the way her hair brushed my shoulder as she leant close to my ear to talk to me. The smell of sunlight surrounded me, as though shining through a canopy of trees and flowers, like river water soaked into fresh dirt. I felt her arm rest upon my back, her fingers absently twirling locks of hair at the bottom of my short hair line. I readjusted the green strap-on I wore beneath my pants, the delicious pressure building around the end inside me lessened. 

Her hot breath moistened my neck, her ample breasts brushed my bicep and I reached for her, unable to stop myself. Drawing her fully against me, my arm locked around her hips, my hand lightly rested on the swell curve of her buttocks. I bought my lips close enough to faintly taste her lipstick when I licked my lips, before she pressed her lips to mine. Her mouth opened to me, and as her tongue wrestled with mine her other hand slid under my waistcoat massaging my chest through the strapping. Her grip on my neck strengthened, hardened to be as unyeilding as oak as we claimed each others lips, tongues and breath.

"Come to the floor, lover." Daphne purred as she led me inside. The music was louder and crowds of people pressed against me as I followed her onto the dance floor. She turned to face me in the middle of the pulsating crowd, running her hands firmly over her breasts and down her hips as she swayed to the music.

My feet followed her, my hands ran over her hips as I danced slightly away from her. Her strong fingers interlaced with mine, my hands were drawn with hers over her rounded stomach, her full breasts. I heard her moan as she squeezed them gently, could feel the hardness of her nipples under my palms as Daphne moved them over the light fabric back down to her hips. Releasing my hands she drew me closer by my hips. Tracing her hand lightly over the front of my pants, my strap-on firm beneath her grasp. I felt it move inside me as she tugged on it lightly, my pussy convulsed slightly and felt incredible around the hard, warm strap-on end inside me and Daphne smiled.

I enfolded her strong body in my arms, kissing the base of her neck, over her collarbone I ran my tongue, nipping lightly at her shoulder. My hands roamed over her body, stopping now and then to massage and tease. Her moans were loud in my ear as her hands found my body, fervently stroking my back and my shoulders. We swayed, locked together. Her pelvis brushed mine, we moved in time to the music. People around us groped at us as we kissed passionately. Somebody reached from behind to unbutton my waistcoat as Daphne's hands grabbed me firmly by the ass, grinding against my strap-on, I let it slide over my arms, not really caring who was removing it. A cute redhead was undoing Daphne's corset from behind her as my hands came back to her torso. The redhead smiled at me over Daphne's shoulder, undoing the last hook she slid her hands up over Daphne's sides before teasingly removing the sheer fabric. Revealing the dark green tree tattoo in its full glory. It was beautifully done, the twisting branches and leaves fanned over her breasts and I traced my fingers lightly down over the delicate knotwork that filled the trunk and flowed smoothly into the roots that ended just above the band of her skirt. The redhead grasped both of Daphne's breasts firmly in her small hands and tweaked the stiff pink nipples as I snarled lightly at her. Daphne moaned loudly as I licked around and between the redheads fingers, suckling and tonguing the dusky pink flesh of her nipples. My hands stroked the beautiful orbs, the skin lightly tanned and her jade pendant caught the light, gleaming slightly. Somebody ran their hands over my back, coming to a stop on each side of my torso and then I felt a moist warmth start at the bottom of my spine, a swirling tongue found the hollow there and I swore softly as I groaned from pleasure. The smell of female musk filled the atmosphere and my cunt was soaked when Daphne reached for my belt buckle. Urgency filled us both and somehow I guided us towards the front of the floor as she undid my fly, peeling the leather over my hips and freeing the strap-on slightly. Solidly we slammed up against the stage where the dj booth was, I pushed her up against it, lifting her ass onto the stage so I could reach her with my mouth. I roughly pulled her skirt off, tossing it on the floor behind me. I took a moment, burning the image of her in my mind. Long black pencil braids and coloured ribbons streaming over her smooth naked rounded body, her emerald eyes awash with undiluted lust for me, the tattoo moving as she breathed heavily and she bit her lip as I ran my hands up over her inner thighs and hooked my fingers around the black lace thong. Her ample breasts quivered and heaved as I pulled it slowly down, exposing a neat trim landing strip of short black hair and a glistening, heavily swollen slit I couldn't wait to slide my tongue into.


Nymph



I revelled in the scent of her desire as my tongue found her slit, the taste delcious as I traced up to her clit and then swirled my tongue around the engorged bud. Groping her breasts and flicking her nipples with my finger nails I loved the way she called for me, throatily and husky from groaning. I grunted as her sharp nails and long fingers entwined in the hair at the base of my neck, sharply pulling the short strands while grinding her hungry sex on my chin, my nose and my tongue as I speared as deep as I could into her needy entrance tasting her inner juices. Intoxicated and aflame, I craved more, desperately straining for it. Daphne wrapped her legs around my shoulders, her feet dug into my spine and I grabbed her hips, bruising the flesh underneath my fingers. My tongue strove on, its movements faster but looser as I ran it over her slit, toying with her clit and suckling it between my lips. I felt the muscles of her thighs tense first, my head encased as it was between them. Her nails broke the skin at the base of my neck fractionally after and she cried out my name as her hips arched. All of her became rigid muscle as she orgasmed, flooding my tongue and my senses with her juices. Almost choking me as I swallowed as much of her satisfaction as I could. Her muscles relaxed and went fluid-like, and I pulled her up to meet my kisses. The taste of her mouth mingling with the taste of her pussy as her tongue filled my mouth, greedily tasting herself.

"Mmmm, that was incredible." Daphne whispered between kisses, her hands tracing my jawline.

I looked at her, "You better not think you've finished Nymph."

I slid her to the very edge of the stage where she sat. My fingers found her sopping entrance, all warm and slick. I slid a few of them inside her a couple times, stretching the ring of muscle at her opening, her sighs and moans testament to the fact she definitely wasn't finished yet.

"Good, lover. You like that?" I murmered as my fingers increased their pace.

"Yeeesss, mmm... fuck yes." 

Daphne's hands ran down the front of me, over the tight breast strapping, tracing firmly over my muscled abdomen and began wrenching my leather pants off. I slipped my shoes off, hands from behind me finished tugging the pants off as Daphne's hands returned to my shoulders, her mouth left warm wet trails over my neck and down my collarbone and she stopped to tongue the hollow in the middle before travelling up the other side to my ear. 

I was completely unaware of anything other than her. Lightening ran through my skin as she clawed at me. Her braids tickled my skin everywhere as they snaked around me, encompassing me. The pace of my fingers increased, and my little finger slipped easily in with the other three as I strove harder to keep up with her. Daphne's hand wrapped around my strap-on, pulling on it to draw me closer. Her full lips touched mine and her tongue ran lightly across my mouth before she pulled away, laughing when I growled at her. I reached for her with both hands and roughly pulled her back to me by her thighs. I lifted her lightly up as she wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms were around my neck and I could feel the hotness of her breath and heard her sharp intake of breath as I gently entered her with my shaft.

"Yessss..." she hissed as she began to move with me, slowly at first I thrust into her, the firm silicone end inside my cunt rubbed maddeningly against the rough flesh behind my pelvic bone causing bolts of exquisite pleasure to run through me. I felt the hard wood of the stage under one of my palms as the other supported her while she rode me. Daphne increased the pace as she neared her release and I matched her as I felt her slick juices running down the length of my shaft, mingling with my own as I strove to please her entirely. Her silken breasts rubbed against my chin and I bent my head to capture one of her nipples in my mouth. Her moans were musical to me and I thrust harder wanting her cries louder, her need stronger for me. Together we sunk to the floor, my legs beginning to turn to jelly the closer my own orgasm became. I felt her hands in my hair as I ran my fingers over her breasts, tweaking her nipples and massaging the puckered flesh with my thumb before continuing down to her clit. Mesmerised by the sight of her moving under me.

Daphne's hands clenched on my buttocks as I played with her clit, sweat beaded on her body and I loved the sheen that covered her. I didn't know how much longer I could stay above the liquid heatwaves threatening to drown me in white hot pleasure while I watched her move against my thrusts, all of her in glorious motion, feeling the movement of her hips reverberate inside me. Even her tattoo seemed to move, the roots seemed to reach for my fingers as they played with Daphne's clit, the branches shook over her breasts as she arched her back. It seemed to shine now that I actually looked, a sort of metallic viridian green. I bent my head to kiss her and the metallic tang of blood touched my tongue though there was none. Electric heat flooded my senses as I realised the sharp pain from my lips had come from her teeth and it pulsated through me as I came. Unable to hold back any longer I lost control of my body as my pussy convulsed around the firm silicone inside me. A strangled, guttural half-roar escaped me as I called her name, and Daphne's sharp fingernails dug into the skin of my ass driving the strap-on deep inside her as my rhythm went crazily uneven.

Weakened, I tried to roll off of her but she wasn't ready and her body ended up on top of mine. I could barely raise my arms from the aftermath of my orgasm but somehow they found her hips as she began to ride me. The sight of her working the long, thick shaft reignited the firey vines of need that had ensnared me since the shot she'd given me and it wasn't long before I was meeting her rhythm again, though I was stilll reeling and half out of my mind with pleasure.

My hands roamed over the supple flesh of her breasts as they bounced and swayed in time with her movements. I tried to sit up but she pushed me back down, holding me there with strong hands on my breasts and I gave up trying to fight her. Every move she made stoked the firey vines of lust into blazing trees that danced over my vision as I watched her, her eyes half closed as she threw her head back. That long gorgeous hair streamed out around her and I wrapped some of my fingers in it, revelling in the softness of it as the midnight black curtain of hair fell around me when she leaned forward. Coloured ribbon tickled my neck sensually and her hand firmly grasped my jaw as Daphne locked eyes with me. Smouldering emerald captured me as I returned her gaze and her rhythm changed. A low groan escaped her as our lips met and I clasped my hands around her hips, driving as deep and fast as she could handle. Her eyes locked into mine as she moaned and convulsed on top of me caught in the throes of her orgasm. I heard her sigh my name as she kissed me, half conscious and I slipped the strap-on slowly out of her pussy as it quivered in its aftermath.

Around us, the people in the crowd were also crying out and moaning as they came. Everybody seemed to orgasm at the same time. They all appeared as if in a trance as they redressed or fixed their clothes, going back up to the bar or continuing to dance on the floor as if nothing had happened. Daphne and I collected our clothes and redressed ourselves though the people around us seemed unaware of our presence as we did so. I was zipping up my pants as Daphne turned to me.

"So... Yours or mine?" Daphne asked as she ran her hands down the front of my waistcoat.

I put my arm around her waist, kissing her neck as I responded.

"I'm only two blocks from here. But, what about the people? Won't they remember what happened?"

"These mortals? I doubt it. Besides..." she said as we walked back to my table to collect my jacket "That extra ingredient is one Aphrodite gives me. Liquid lust and a memory charm. Zeus uses it frequently."

"Aphrodite? Zeus?"

Daphne laughed, "Oh yes lover. They are real."

I picked my jacket up and downed the end of my drink as I turned to follow Daphne out of the club.

"Hey guys... When you get home, and the next couple days, don't come in my room, I'm busy." I said laughing over my shoulder.

Turning to Daphne and leaving the club I said, "You know you'll have to fill me in on this real Olympian God thing, right?"

"All in time lover, first I want your undivided attention." Daphne replied as she slid long fingers under the waistband of my leather pants.

"That will definitely be my pleasure." I answered with a smile.



Nymph



"So he's your boyfriend," she says. "And you're bi, and he brings you to the clubs so you can still fuck women." It's so close to the truth I don't know that I'd correct her, even if I was allowed to speak.

My mistress tonight is young, and pretty. Looking more than ready for it in thigh high boots, in a short black catsuit that zippers to her waist. Big eyes, full mouth, short hair. A redhead. He knows I like those. Dark eyebrows, though, so I'm guessing the carpet won't match. But who cares, with small perky tits and wide hips? Not the longest legs in the world, but they're strong, and those spike heels are helping. 

She says, "He tells me I'm supposed to make you come and you're supposed to resist, isn't that right?" I nod. I'm allowed to nod or shake my head. And he's kind about any noises I can't help but make. It's just talking that's off the cards. "Well, I don't think you'll last very long at all, love. He says you're good at resisting, but I think you've met your match with me." I smile, and I suppose she must know I'm not laughing at her. She sits up on the bed, where he put me in the middle like a prize, propped up on all the pillows. My hands are tied to the headboard, with just enough rope so she can turn me over if she wants to. Next to me, leaning over me, she says, "I won't make you stop after one, either." 

I don't mean to, but I tremble. She giggles. The tip of her finger trails from my collarbone, over my thin black dress, down between my breasts, hangs in my navel while the shudder doubles and tightens my stomach. "God, you are responsive. Let's see if that little mouth of yours matches." She kisses me, just once at first, just delicate. I try not to give back right away. But then she dives in and this time it's an attack. I can't defend myself. Her tongue parts my lips and waits for mine, and when she gets it her teeth nip it into her mouth and it feels so good to have her sucking it, to have her tongue working at it and curling up against it. Her hand starts to touch my breast and I push my body up against hers. 

Just like that, she pulls away, licking her already wet lips. Looks down at me arched up and how her hand is only just touching me. "Nympho," she breathes, like she can't believe her luck. Like she's testing me, her thumb presses on the lace over my nipple. The roughness of the fabric and the warmth of her touch shuts my eyes, tips my head back. "Oh, Nymph, love," she smiles, "It's just wrong for you to be wearing anything at all, isn't it?" Her fingertips pluck, teasing, at the neckline of my dress. "Isn't it?" I bite in my lip so I won't just scream it at her, so I'll remember just to nod. She reaches behind my head and undoes the hooks that close the halter. She's so close I put my lips to her shoulder. I want to close my teeth, but she's already laughing because I kissed her. I lick instead. 

As she rolls down the top of my dress she moves with it. She's right there when she uncovers my chest. "Gorgeous," she giggles. "I love big round tits." And she does, she really does, because she starts kissing them, leaving big red marks, fluttering the bar in her tongue over the nipples until they stand right up straight for her, doesn't want to stop. Already I can feel my cunt pulsing heat. She's right; as soon as she goes any farther down I won't last a minute. Especially not with her pierced tongue. Jesus, isn't that cheating? Then she bites down on my nipple like she means to tear it off and I stop thinking about the rules, just cry out and turn my head to the pillow. 

She laughs at the way my body shakes. Then finally leaves my big round tits alone and starts tugging my dress the rest of the way down, over my hips. Tonight, for once, he gave me panties to wear. Black lace to match the dress. I was wet before he even laid me down here and now they're stuck to me. My cunt is throbbing, the panties probably move with it. She's there, so close I can feel her breathing, just watching. "Steady on, Nymph. We've a way to go yet. Maybe best just leave these on for a while, so you don't get overexcited." She leaves me to kick off my dress, but she puts her hand between my legs when she comes up to speak to me. My thighs clench on her. "You want that?" I nod. "You want me rubbing your cunt, Nymph?" I nod. "I bet you don't care who rubs your cunt. I bet you'd lie in here with a blindfold on and leave the door unlocked and you wouldn't even care." No, that's Tuesday night, but she sounds offended, so I shake my head. "No you don't care or no that's not true?"

I lift my head up as far as I can, trying to kiss her. She leans back, but if I stretch my tongue I can just lick her lower lip.

"You like me? You think I'm hot?"

Where she's kneeling, I wrap my legs around her, pull her close so she can feel which of us is the hot one right now. 

"Oh, I know, I know," she says, and puts her hand, still damp from me, on my face, looking at me with sympathy. "It's not fair. You're just a little nympho who wants everybody to pay attention to her cunt. Let the whole world form an orderly queue and you'd just lie there for every cock and every tongue and every strap on and every vibrator and anything else they'd stick in you. You'd just lie there loving it and moaning and screaming and coming over and over again." It really isn't fair. This has to be cheating. The way she talks, it has to be cheating. "But you don't' have the whole world, you've only got me. Do you think I'll do?" I nod for her, open-mouthed, looking her in the eyes because she's forcing me to. "I'm going to get undressed now. Would you like that?" I nod and she kisses me again. She reaches behind her and pulls my ankles apart. She pushes them back so my knees come up to my shoulders. Then she sits back from me, hanging on my legs, all her weight. She looks at the position she's put me in and smiles. "Yeah. Stay like that. I want to look at your twat while I strip for you."

She crawls back, away from me, to the end of the bed. I keep my legs where she put them but grab the rope holding my wrists, haul myself up so I can see properly. First she teases. It's because my hands are tied. She grabs her tits and rolls them up and down, bends over and grabs her ankles, grabs her ass apart, grabs her tight thighs as she stands up, grabs her cunt through the shorts, all because I can't grab any part of her. Says, "I wish you could help me," as she unfastens her gold belt and lets it fall behind her. "Y'know, stand up over here, really close, just sort of dance with me and peel me out of these clothes. With my thigh in between your legs, rubbing you. That would be so good. We could just grind here all night, forget that stupid bed." She starts, just a little, pulling down the zip on the front of her catsuit. Then stops and bends over again, looking at me from between her ankles. "Tell me honestly, if you weren't tied down, would you come running over here to bury your face in that?"

I nod.

"Nymph," she laughs. "Slag." She turns back round then, pulls the zipper down far enough to roll down the top half. Grabs her tits through a thin, lime green bikini before she pulls the sides back to show me. "They're small, but I bet that doesn't make any difference to you, does it, Nympho?" I shake my head, thinking about them in my hands, about tormenting the pointed pink nipples. I think of the man who brought me here and the black tab on the end of the riding crop. I want us to bring this one home. "Look at your poor little cunt. Gleaming, you sweetheart. Never seen anybody get so wet so easy. Starting to catch on too." She lets go of her tits to ease her hand down where I can't see, except that she tips her head back, except that she starts to make little sounds, groans at the ceiling. Only then does she untie the back of the bikini bra and let it fall. Undoes the rest of the zipper and slips off the shorts so all she's wearing is the green bottom half and her strapped and buckled thigh boots. All of this she does quickly and my legs pull together and I curl up, turning away, wanting nothing else, groaning.

"Naughty, noisy girl. Stretch out. Remember I want your cunt."

Then get over here and stick your fucking hand inside it, you gorgeous fucking bitch. Stick your whole face in so your pointy little nose works my clit while your tongue is inside me and your thumb curls and turns in my arse. If you want it so much come and take it, because it wants you. 

But that would just be too fucking easy, wouldn't it? She waits until I stretch, this time putting an ankle out to either side of the bed, completely split, never more open than this. My panties slip entirely into the cleft, cutting me in two. She gasps, and pulls across one of the chairs that people sit in to watch when he wants to see people watching me. Sitting right there, right opposite me, not three feet from my aching, screaming pussy, she sits down, hooks one heel on the bed post and sticks her hand into her bikini to rub her cunt, even before she'll let me see it. I shake my head, just begging her no, not to, don't, just bring it here. She can forget me over here. She can kneel over my face and I won't even make a sound until she's come twice, three times, as often as she wants, I don't care. Whatever it takes, only come over here.

But she won't. She looks at me shaking my head, pleading and pushes two fingers into herself. "Do you want to suck them for me? Do you want to get my fingers nice and wet? Do you want to taste my cunt?" I nod, hard, hoping. She takes the two fingers out again, brings them to her own mouth and kisses them. "Yeah, it tastes good." Sucks hard on them, mumbling, "Yeah, it tastes really good." I'll bet it does. I bet it's under her fingernails and the tip of my tongue would go numb trying to suck them clean, those two fingers fucking my mouth hard as any cock ever has or ever will. "Open your eyes, Nymph. Stop dreaming and watch me. Dare you." Watch her. Watch her take her glimmering fingers out of her mouth and put them back there, watch the bulge of her knuckles moving inside the bikini, knowing she's fucking herself and not even able to see, but the fingers are skilful and fast. They would get into me just as far as the first knuckle and wriggle until I writhed in to make them go deeper, so I'd work for it. Watch her? Watching her makes me itch and all I want to do is whatever she wants me to. Watching her make it three fingers and making herself cry out, that one little noise is all it takes, my legs close again, pressing tight. My noise matches hers, but it's different, because I'm choking back way, way more. 

She stops, and sits up straight. "You're not coming, are you? You're not allowed to. I forbid you to. And if you ever want to taste this incredible twat, Nymph, you need to resist." She takes her shimmering fingers out of her panties and comes around the bed with her boots clicking. I'm curled miserably on my side, seizing all over and trying to keep the feeling out of my cunt. It's taking everything and I can hardly even breathe. Just from watching her strip and watching her fuck herself. "This?" she says, and puts her fingers under my nose. "You want this, don't you? You want to stick your face in a pussy full of it and eat it all up like a good little girl. But you're not good, are you? Because you're coming, aren't you?" I shake my head, moaning. But her fingers are right there and they would taste so incredible. "You're coming," she says, and I push my head forward, trying to lick them. She pulls her fingers away, but I'm waiting for it, expecting it, and my tongue doesn't know I didn't taste anything. All the heat in me drops to my cunt and it goes off like fireworks. I shake and shudder all over and that's it, I'm lost, totally lost. 

I groan over the last of it and while my mouth is open she finally gives up her fingers. I suck them harder than any cock in the last month, easy.

"Jesus," she gasps. "Slag!"

She has to drag her hand away from my face. Then she climbs down, goes to the door exactly as she is and throws it open. She leans into the hallway with her pert little tits standing to attention and me sprawled senseless and craving on the bed and I don't care. 

Next door, there is an observation room, where my partner in this has been watching on the cameras. He's leaned out this door too, I guess, because I can hear her saying, "Mission accomplished." Then, "Yeah, she's amazing." And then, finally, "Listen, can I, maybe...? Cheers." 

She slams the door shut fast and stands against it. I can feel her grinning without being able to see it. Both hands on the door, she walks them down, her face between her ankles again, and reaches down to slide the bikini past it. I watch her cunt appear, dark and waxed and tattooed with lucky dice and moan. For just a split second she parts her arse for me too, before standing up, pointing at me. "On your back." I roll over. She comes stalking across in her boots. The last step brings her right up onto the bed and she stands with one boot either side of my face. Her cunt looking miles above me, I kiss those instead, teasing the cold buckles with my tongue. She looks straight down. "You're still not to talk. And I don't want any of this yes-and-no shit either, is that understood? I don't need to know anything you're thinking."

Whatever she wants. Those two dark holes are above me full of come and promise. Whatever she wants.

She holds the headboard, leans back from it and starts slowly, torturously, lowering herself. Closer and closer, and when she grazes my nose she stops to tease. I stick out my tongue and find just the tip of her split, swollen clit. She lasts only seconds then before she presses right into my face. She tastes better than she did on her fingers. She's hot and loose, one hand coming down to rub herself as my tongue turns around the rim of her cunt. Then I push my tongue deep, pressing my lips tight against her, sucking at the same time as fucking her with all I've got. Then her fingers slide past and we swap, so she's fucking herself while I nibble and work at her clit again, really working now, concentrating, opening my eyes to watch her react to the different things that I do. She likes my teeth, and the on-and-off kisses, sucking her until I drag that little mound out flat, lapping at it when it springs back. 

That gets her. She starts to lose it now, breathing heavy, one foot slipping. I do it again and she moans, folds in against the headboard, so closer to me I stop and kiss the crystal glittering in her navel. Her knees press in on me. "Don't stop. When the nymph gets cunt the nymph doesn't say when." She's going to say it herself, soon. I can tell. Her thighs are still holding my head when I kiss it again and they seize, dragging me in. I have just this little world which is all her, all I can see and smell and taste and feel is her cunt, still with her hard, bony finger moving inside it, changing hands because the other arm hurts, staying away from my face because she wants me to keep working, because she's starting to groan, getting wetter in little pulses, starting to come. I spit hard into her hole, rolling the tip of my tongue right in the cleft of her clit, until the shaking starts. She's as good as done, panting for breath. One last time I tease her out between my teeth and she shudders into her orgasm, pressing me tight enough to choke, drenching my entire face in her juice.

She cries, choking, calling out for God. And when she's finished she lets go of the headboard and falls back, lying on me, spread out so I can see her cunt still twitching. If I smile it's only because I've done that to her, because she's spent and gasping and I did that. "What do you have to laugh about?" she says. She rolls over and backs up, presenting me with her arse. She doesn't need me to do anymore. It's just a show of obedience now, to prove I wasn't laughing at her. I treat it with soft, quick kisses, lick it only gently and only once. This time she's the one who starts giggling. Tugging at the edges of my underwear. "Poor Nymph, still with her panties on. Well, love, I'm sure the world is waiting for what's inside there." She sits up, reaches back across me, but only to thump the wall, to call the man next door. "But if you wanted me to kiss it you shouldn't have tired me out. I'm sure loverman will get you sorted."

Maybe she's sure, but I'm not. "Please," I start to say, just wanting to explain, but she puts her finger up against her lips. This time she's just telling me to shut up.

"What'd we say about the chat, hm?" She zips herself back into her shorts, picks up her belt and bikini. She's come back to me, is sitting on the edge of the bed like maybe that was all a joke, when the door opens and my partner comes in.

"Everything alright?" he says. Asking her, not me. 

She smiles over. "Very satisfying, thank you, but I think we're done here." She pushes my hair back from my face, kisses me briefly on the forehead. "You've got yourself a little blinder here, if you don't mind my saying so." Then, on her way out the door, looking tauntingly at me until I turn my head away, "Maybe I'll see her again sometime?"

My partner closes the door behind her. He doesn't immediately untie me. First he slides in behind me, holding me by the waist, my head on his shoulder. It's not fair. I'm grinding my legs together, trying not to whimper. "I know," he says, hands moving over me in long strokes that don't go anywhere sensitive, which are just comforting. "She didn't seem the type to be so cruel to you. You don't deserve that, do you?" Against the side of his neck, I shake my head. He leans in. I can feel him smiling. "But who knows," he says, "maybe we'll see her again, sometime..."



Nymph in Limbo



Ashea regained consciousness lying among pine trees. Olympus had pine trees but here, she was lost. Where was she? Hera had said Anglia. An unknown land, and she was condemned to wander here endlessly. No contacts she could talk with. No God she could ask for help. She was a terrified nymph, on this first day of her banishment from Olympus. Aimlessly, hopelessly, she roamed through the forest. When she reached the edge of the trees, Hera's voice boomed in her head, "Stay in the forest." Hurriedly, she turned back among the pines. A group of people came walking close to her, but they walked past, and Ashea realised that she was invisible.

With that in mind, when a young couple appeared, walking hand in hand, Ashea was able to stand quite close to them, thinking sadly of how pleasant their togetherness looked. The couple stopped and kissed, and that looked good too. Their clothing was strange. Both wore a top, but the man had his legs covered, while the girl wore a loose skirt. They continued kissing, stopped walking, and began fumbling with each other's clothing. Ashea was fascinated. The man slid his hand inside the woman's top and began stroking her breasts. Ashea wondered what it was like to be human, and be stroked like that. Remembering how Zeus's satyrs had handled her she knew it could be unpleasant. This woman didn't look as though it was a bad experience. Maybe it was better when the right man did it. 

The woman opened the front of the man's leg coverings, put her hand inside, to produce his erect male-thing. Now, Ashea knew exactly what this was for. Not as big as those she'd seen on satyrs, who were always trying to put them in somewhere. Certainly nowhere near the one Zeus had threatened her with. The man had put his hand up the woman's skirt, and the woman's face told Ashea that she was enjoying it. The woman's hand stroked along the male-thing, until the man eased her to the ground and within seconds he was between her thighs, having his erection guided by the woman.

Sadly, Ashea turned away not wanting to watch any more of their pleasuring. Theirs was an activity that she could never experience. She continued her morose drifting through the trees. Several athletic individuals, scantily clad, ran past her, men and women. They looked very fit. The men were particularly attractive in her eyes..

As she lingered disconsolately under a peculiar Y shaped pine, another young man, came running in her direction. What was it about him that attracted her more than any of the others? Tall, darkly handsome, with strong legs, and a face that she was sure she would like to know better. But, she sighed, it was never to be. The young man did a little run on the spot and turned to run back the way he had come. Maybe she could at least see him again and again.

Brad Fielder, always turned back and retraced his steps at the Y shaped pine. The pine had been split by lightening at some time, so that the top sections had spread apart but had not died, making a natural letter Y. .Brad had always enjoyed the freedom of running, had enjoyed that feeling of power that flowed through his body on the good days. He was feeling particularly strong on that day, and was keen to get home, have a shower, and get out to meet Jill, his girl friend. Their three month liaison had reached a promising stage. He had fondled her large bare breasts, and trailed his fingers between her legs, but no more than that, while she had tentatively handled his erect penis. So Brad was hoping for some developments before they separated for their different universities.

Ashea bridled at the unfairness of Hera's judgement. On Olympus, one of Zeus's minions had spotted Ashea bathing naked in a stream. Zeus was told, and summoned her to stand before him.. 

Nymphs were forever succumbing to Zeus. Ashea had been determined not to be that easy. She knew Zeus favoured virgins, unless the lady who took his fancy was wife to one of the higher Gods. For this meeting he kept his massive human image, and he ordered her to drop her white gown. Nervous, yet prepared to go this far, she had obeyed, and had revealed her curvaceous, neat breasted body. Zeus's eyes ate her, as he stroked his beard, and nodded appreciatively. 

He ordered two satyrs to step forward and inspect the purity of this delicate nymph. Satyrs were notorious for their lascivious treatment of nymphs, but in front of Zeus, they had to be cautious. Nevertheless they took too much pleasure, Ashea thought, in caressing over her breasts, squeezing just a little too much, before slipping their disgusting fingers between her legs. They grinned at each other, heads turned away from the Lord Zeus, as, taking turns, their fingers probed for evidence of her virginity. Reluctantly they turned to Zeus and nodded, 

A great smile had creased Zeus's face as he stood, and declared, "Then how would you, dear girl, like this inside your lovely body?" And he had parted his great gown to reveal his monstrous male-thing, only semi-erect..

Ashea knew she had to be firm, yet, subtle."Sire," she said quietly, "it is a wonderful instrument. But I, a slight maiden, do not yet feel deserving."

For a moment Zeus pondered her response, "Leave me now, while I think on this. Consider though, refusal, could mean me taking you anyway, before turning you over to these satyrs" And Ashea saw, with some disgust, the ogling eyes, the nodding heads and the rising erections of that pair. Quickly she dressed and left the chambers. But as she came out of the room, she was grabbed brutally by two of Hera's hand maidens, and carried before the queen.

For a brief moment, Hera , a beautiful goddess on her noble throne, sat and glared at Ashea. "You have come from my husband's chambers." It wasn't a question, it was a definite statement. "You have given him your body."

Ashea was shocked by the accusations. "Majesty, I have not been to his bed."

Hera sneered, "You do not need to have been to his bed. He could take you where you stood if he wished."

"He wanted me, Majesty. But I refused."

Hera threw back her head and gave an unpleasant laugh, "A liar too, is it? No woman would refuse having my husband's overused member inside her."

Ashea opened her mouth to speak, but Hera held up her hand, "Enough of this, liar, whore. I condemn you to roam the Earth without hope. But far away Earth—to Anglia, a good place to lose you completely."

Horrified, Ashea tried to protest, but Hera rose, held both hands above Ashea's head, and for the nymph, everything went black.

What Ashea did not know was what happened on Olympus after her banishment. As Hera sat and congratulated herself at getting rid of one of Zeus's whores, her husband came storming into the throne room.

"Where is she?" he demanded fiercely of his wife.

"Gone. I've warned you, Zeus. I find any of your conquests, and they go. I've already dispersed a few all over Earth."

"And Ashea?"

"To Anglia, to wander alone."

To Hera's surprise, Zeus laughed, "Hera, are you turning into a crazy woman? That nymph refused me—I was-oh, never mind what I was going to do. You have some repairing to do."

After he left, Hera sat and thought about how she could help Ashea. Bringing the banished back from Earth was not as straight forward as casting them out there. Anyone with the chance to return had to perform certain labours.

Much thinking later she decided to contact Ashea while she slept, and give her the news and the labours she must perform. 

As the saddest day of her life came to an end Ashea wondered if she would ever be able to face day after empty day. Night was closing in and she drifted deep into the forest and lay down to sleep, despair her only blanket. 

At some time through that night Hera entered Ashea's head via the dream doorway. Ashea could see her clearly, as though down a tunnel. The goddess's face was sorrowful at first as she said, "I have done you a great wrong, Ashea. To make amends, I am preparing a route for you back to Olympus. This is never easy. Certain challenges must be undertaken, but no worry, I endow you with attributes that will help and guide you. First, an iota of my sexuality, your own may work, but I am sure a touch of mine won't come in wrong."

Ashea shuffled in her sleep, and her fingers moved between her thighs, and she almost came awake on feeling the extra warmth there.

"Good," Hera went on, her face smiling now. "That should bring you pleasure during the tasks you will perform. I will have the ability to understand strange language, and the choice of being visible or not. Obviously, although you remain a nymph at heart, you will need to take on solid human form for most tasks. You may be nymph or witch, whenever the situation demands, but your appearance will not change. A human will only know when you take action in that mode. 

Take any of these forms by merely thinking about them With all challenges completed, you may return to Olympus, if you want to come back." There was a pause in what Hera had said, and her eyes gazed at Ashea. "You would make a most beautiful human. And if anything happens in the course of your tasks and you are attracted, and it could happen, you may be allowed to remain in human form, but would sacrifice your immortality." 

Hera went on, "Now, the challenges. First, you must carry out at least one destructive act in some way. It might be to the property or the person of someone, obviously that would be in witch mode.

Second, it is important that you throw a scare into one or two people. That shouldn't be too difficult, many humans jump at their own shadows.

Third, and definitely most important, you must take into your body, through whichever entry, the reproductive fluids of at least three men. I have freed you of any virginal curse to spare you pain. Something I could not do on Olympus, but when you are Earthbound I can arrange it. Pregnancy is not a problem, as human outpourings cannot reproduce in us, even in temporary human form.. You must take on three different men, but may go more than once with any of them, if you wish it. This task is for my satisfaction, for, you will no longer be the virgin that Zeus's passion demands. Morning approaches now, and soon you will find your special self. Good luck, Ashea, my apologies for casting you out so hastily."

Ashea came out of her sleep very slowly at first, but then as her thoughts cleared she sat up directly, recalling much of what Hera had said. Was it a dream? Think about it. She thought about being a visible human/nymph, and immediately she was looking down at the curves of her own body, clad in a green dress, which revealed her bare legs. Witch, she thought. At first she was disappointed, there appeared to be no bodily change. Then vile thoughts filled her head. Thoughts of poisons, of cut throats, of tearing flesh., and so many evil things. Quickly she thought 'nymph', and all was fine.

Through two or three sun rises, she tested herself out. Early on, while invisible, she saw the young runner, whom she'd found so attractive, but she wasn't confident enough about her powers to reveal herself.. A decision she was to regret for a while When her confidence rose, she took on her human persona and strolled down the trail. On the way she passed an elderly couple taking a morning stroll, Ashea had approached them warily, but closer and they smiled, nodded and murmured, "Good morning.".

Ashea nodded her head, and found she could return the greeting. That pleased her. By the fourth sunrise, Hera had prompted her to start on her tasks, and she lingered by the Y pine, hoping to see the young runner. She saw others, but not him, and she knew she was bound to get on with a challenge...

Brad Fielder had not been running in the forest because he had lost all will power. On the night he had run home to prepare to see Jill, everything had seemed fine. She had allowed him to go as far as he had on other occasions, but no further. Brad wondered if there had been a coolness about her then, but when she had phoned him, two days later, to tell him that she didn't want to see him anymore he was devastated. He had wanted to know why, and had been staggered by her reply, "We just don't seem to be getting anywhere." She refused to meet to discuss it further. He just could not accept that, and needed to talk it out face to face. So the next evening he had gone to her house, only two streets away. 

Walking up her street, he saw the car parked outside her door. He knew that car. Everybody in the school knew that ghastly yellow car. It had been drawn to their attention often enough. It was the property of Clive Madding, the smarmy character, from their upper year class. He was the only eighteen year old to own a car. And as Brad glared at that car, Jill, in a brief summer dress, ran from her front door and climbed into the passenger seat. 

Brad would never be able to define his feelings at that moment, as the car drove away. Within minutes he was back in his own bedroom staring up at the ceiling. In class two days later, they were standing around in small groups before the session started, and as usual, among his bunch of cronies, Clive Madding's voice rose above the rest

"She's not here, yet, is she?" His beady eyes looked around the room. "No, good. So I can tell you. Man, that Jill fucks like a rabbit." He sniggered and his mates joined in the lascivious laughter, as he leered in Brad's direction.

Angrily, Brad had pushed towards Clive, "You bloody liar," he snarled. "You wouldn't dare say that if Jill was here. 

Clive sneered, "I wouldn't have to. She knows she's lucky to have a man-size cock to play with-for a change."

Brad took another step towards him, and noticed his cronies move closer, "Man-sized cock, pea sized brain." It was pathetic, and couldn't be taken any further since Professor Barker entered the room to start the session. 

Brad was bereft of any feeling other than the loss of Jill, and lying on his bed , staring at the ceiling took the place of running. For the next couple of nights that was his practice, home and lie on the bed staring at that damned ceiling. His mother asked if he was ill. Not ill, he might have said, just a broken heart. .

Ashea was in her human mode, wearing the green summer dress. She was in a thicker part of the forest, when she heard footsteps causing twigs to crack. A tall man in a check shirt and blue leg coverings, and carrying an axe, was coming through the trees. Ashea had been thinking of how she might trigger the situation. It turned out surprisingly easy. She sat down on a log and held her ankle. From that moment everything went as though scripted, as the man approached..

He enquired about her reason for being there.

His eyes had roamed over her revealing dress. She could see him thinking about what might be underneath.

He inspected her ankle, and when she offered a kiss of gratitude, the whole thing took fire.

His hands were all over her, and he opened her dress as their tongues meshed.

Eagerly, Ashea reached for his erection, and had to be shown how to unzip what he called 'jeans' Holding his erect male-thing had been exciting for her.

This stranger's fingers probing gently between her thighs, and dipping into her honey had driven her wild almost immediately. Immediately, Ashea had to wonder how much was her own sexuality, and how much Hera's influence. She longed to have him inside her, and was having thoughts she had never had before.

Within seconds, came what her body was demanding as his male-thing moved inside her, tight at first, but then filling her up. She could not stop her own body from thrusting in tune with his.

Soon they were both grunting and gasping. That feeling, that fire was something that Ashea knew she would want over and over again. She had felt the man's fluids that Hera had demanded, pour into her.

It was over. It had been too rushed, yet delightful. He had been so gentle. How much better could it be?

.She could only allow a moment of relaxed satisfaction, as she thought 'invisible'. Sad, but grateful,, she watched his shocked awareness of her disappearance. It would have been fun to do it again, perhaps more slowly. But as soon as they calmed, she knew she had to move on. 

That night Hera spoke to her in revealing tones, "That was a lucky choice. An experienced man. It won't always be so—but I-"The Queen paused-"-that is, you really hit a high spot. Good."

That little pause had Ashea thinking when she woke up. Was Hera getting the sensations she had experienced?

Another four sun rises went by and no sign of the young man she was hoping for. Other young men ran past her, but not the one she hoped for.

In the end she settled for a heavily built man carrying a strange black instrument, which, before she revealed herself, he put to his eyes and pointed at any birds that settled nearby. It didn't seem to harm the birds. So she thought this one would be gentle enough. She was wrong.

The moment he became aware of how vulnerable her mode of dress was, he had jammed her against a tree, and his erection was up inside her and spurting before she could channel her mind into protective mode. It was all so fast she was quite stunned. There had been no real pain, but even less pleasure. The only solace she had was that her second task was over. She had taken two loads now. In her mind she was telling herself if she ever saw this one again she would think 'witch'.

Hera visited her that night and said sagely, "Not always good, is it? I did warn you. More care next time." Again, Ashea wondered how Hera could know so much about her efforts. 

Slowly Brad had come to his senses, and realised that it had been over a week since he'd done any running. The decision to get back to the training might drive Jill from his thoughts. The next morning, feeling a little more resolved, he told his friend Steven about his intention to run again. Steven had been most encouraging..

"Best way to get her out of your system. Aim for something big—the Olympics maybe " he told Brad.

"Early days for that," Brad said, "so for now, I'll enjoy running in the forest Starting this afternoon.".

Unfortunately, Clive Madding, had been standing just behind them and he broke in then, "I haven't seen you on my forest runs lately. Olympics, is it? Huh, you couldn't even make the distance with Jill."

Brad felt his fists tighten as Clive went on, "She was very grateful when I took her cherry. You should have heard her yelp when I stuck it up her that first time. But after that, she was so grateful, takes it in, anywhere. Gives a great blowjob."

Steven grabbed at Brad's arms, as he stepped angrily towards Clive. Steve hissed in Brad's ear, "It's true, Brad. I didn't want to tell you, but we were at a party just the other night. I accidentally opened a wrong door-that's what she was doing to him" Shaken, all Brad could lamely say was, "You're welcome to her."

Clive shrugged, "Running in the forest? Better look out for the wood nymph or wood witch, or whatever they call her. They reckon she's hot. But you wouldn't know what to do, would you?". 

With that, he walked away laughing, leaving Brad seething.

Steven looked at Brad, "Ignore him, just get her out of your mind.. Have you heard about this so called wood nymph?"

There had been some recent talk. Some said it was a ghostly figure that scared people. Brad shook his head, fantasy stories were the furthest thing from his mind at that particular moment. His mind still seethed at the latest details he'd heard.

Come the afternoon he'd run it all off.

Ashea had not forgotten that part of her challenge was to do some scaring, and really she had been doing it, in one way or another for a while. It was ideal having the facility to be invisible or not. Sometimes she could be just a green flash among the trees, something that left a doubt in the minds of whoever saw her. At other times she would appear completely, and then switch to 'invisible', and watch the worried faces , when she wasn't there..




Nymph in Limbo



She was very careful not to scare any of the younger ones who'd occasionally play hide and seek on the fringe of the forest. But what she enjoyed most was scaring the men, who she picked out for this non-sexual side of her tasks. Her method in many of these cases was to stand maybe three trees back from a pathway, She would adopt a provocative pose, and as they moved towards her, she would take a step backwards, as though to lure them on. When they averted their eyes for just a second, as they looked back, she was gone. Or so they thought. How she enjoyed that look of nervous frustration on their faces.

She had come as far as the Y pine to find a scare victim. As she waited she assimilated what she had accomplished so far. Two intakes of reproductive fluids, one fair, one horrible. So she needed to find just one more, and she had not yet created any kind of damage. Her mission would soon be over. 

A figure came running up the trail towards her. Always, it seemed that these runners dressed very lightly; thigh revealing shorts and a top held up by two straps over the shoulders.. Already in 'invisible' mode she could decide how best to scare this one. Suddenly her heart leapt, it was him. The young runner she had desperately wanted to meet, almost from her first time here. But his face looked so troubled. He looked angry, bitter and very unhappy. Knowing he would be turning back at the Y pine, she pondered on what she should do next, when, to her surprise he swept past where she stood, and ran on determinedly. She would have to move to keep ahead of him. But in this mode it was fairly easy. 

That afternoon, true to his intent, Brad, loaded with bitterness and hurt, had come out and run and run, setting a ridiculous pace, past the Y pine, and an unknown distance beyond. This exhaustive burst was his attempt to burn away thoughts of what Jill did for Clive, and eventually he collapsed breathless on a bank of pine needles. Recovery had taken a long while, and thoughts of Jill's betrayal brought him near to tears. Would nothing drive that away? Lying there, seeing sunlight pattern the high pines above him, he wondered how far he had run. 

"Are you all right?"

The gentle feminine voice startled him. He sat up, and the fantasy tales he had been hearing poured in on him. In front of him was a young woman in a thin green dress. Before fear could overtake him, his eyes took in the sheer beauty standing there. A face you might see at the head of a table of angels. The body beneath that thin dress, he imagined as perfect, with the neat rounded breasts, and nipples that pressed at the fabric, while her thighs showed between the split of her dress.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," she said, genuinely, having detected his initial look of near panic. But she had wallowed in the look of near adoration he had bestowed on her face and body.

"Are you the wood nymph they talk about?" he asked warily.

"Is that what they say?"

"Rumours only."

"What would you like me to be, nymph or woman?" Her tone was only slightly teasing. Already she knew for certain that this one had to be her third, and she was feeling tantalisingly seductive. Was this her own emotion? Or Hera's? No, she almost yelled at herself, this is me! And as she sat down alongside him, she said, "I'm Ashea."

"Brad," he told her, suddenly very aware that his thin running shorts were not going to disguise what was happening to him down there. He half turned towards her so he could place an arm over that spot. Did she really want to be this close to him?

"You didn't answer my question-nymph or woman?"

Brad took a deep shuddering breath, "You look all woman to me."

Ashea liked that. She placed a hand on his, where it rested across his thigh. "Why were you looking so grim as you ran? Cares of the world on your shoulders?"

"Feels like it." Next second he was blurting out his sad tale of Jill's desertion.

"I'm sorry, Brad-"Oh, she was going to enjoy saying that name-"but you must forgive me for what I'm about to say-Jill must be a mad woman."

Brad frowned at her, "What do you mean?"

"You say she had refused you—and gone to this other, this Clive. She has to be mad."

Ashea was a little surprised at her own boldness. All she knew was that she had experienced two men, and whereas the first had been a decent start in her sexual experience, the second could be said to be a warning. If Brad was to be her third, she wanted it to be just right. How to achieve that? 

Brad was desperately trying to collect his thoughts. In the space of just a few minutes he had jumped from near fear, through surprised appraisal, and simple adoration to confessor. This stunning lady had been complimentary, and seemed really keen to be with him. She had actually touched his hand very near his danger point, and electric charges were already emanating from that contact. It was all too good to be true.

Warily he glanced into the surrounding trees. Was it some kind of hoax? Could his school mates be setting him up? There was no evidence of that. What would be the best thing to do now?

That question was answered for him, when she leaned forward and placed her lips gently on his. They were cool lips, but Brad sensed the warmth behind them, as he responded. Their lips meshed well, and there was a thrilling sense of hunger in her kiss. As the kiss deepened, their tongues were in on the act, coiling and stroking eagerly together. Brad's whole mouth was tingling, as hands became part of the act.. 

Ashea had the immediate urge to touch him everywhere, but, somehow, she was aware that this sudden intimacy might overcome him. So her hands stroked over his bare shoulders, and she felt him tremble. 

Brad trembled all right. Her touch was electrifying as her hands set his skin aglow. He dared put his hands on her bare upper arms, so smooth, and one hand moved up to touch her cheek, before ruffling through her brown hair just behind the ear. Jill used to like that, and Ashea made a little squirming action, as a cat might under a delicate stroke. Quickly, he dismissed thoughts of Jill, and concentrated on this gorgeous person, who was lying back now, taking him with her. His hand slid from her upper arms down to her right breast, under the thin cover of green fabric. But why was he so blessed?

As though she had read his mind, Ashea broke the kiss, and looked into his eyes, "Is this right for you? I've been watching you running, and missed you. But you're here, and I'm so glad.." His hand on her breast was a delight, and she reached to undo the top two buttons of her dress, and murmured, "There."

Her words melted him, but how had she watched him without him ever noticing? The invitation of the open dress was clear. As they renewed their kiss, his hand smoothed over the sensuous swell of her bare breast. It was exquisite to touch, and the nipples hardened and swelled, under his stroking, as he heard the little grunt from the back of her throat. 

After a few moments of this stimulation, Brad felt confident enough to break the kiss, and place his mouth on her breast. Somehow, the skin was smoother under his

lips, and when he trailed his tongue around the areola, before lapping at the firm nipple, he heard her gasp, "I didn't-No one has—Oh Brad-" This encouraged him so much, that he had no hesitation in taking the pink nipple into his mouth, and sucking on it gently.

This was so new for Ashea. Having sensitive breasts was one thing, having them pampered in this exotic manner was intoxicating. Brad' sucking at her nipples was sending powerful charges through her body, especially down between her thighs, where she knew she was already moistening. Her breathing was already ragged, but these entrancing sensations had to be controlled. She so wanted a lovely slow journey to the ultimate with this Brad. Apart from the luxury of his tongue on her breasts, she became aware of his hand, resting on her belly. Now it was unfastening her dress all the way down, and it roamed, intoxicatingly, over the skin of her lower body.

Brad was well aware of the effect his actions so far were having on Ashea. Her responses were so encouraging that unfastening her dress became quite a logical next step. Was he really acting like an experienced lover? But even if it was too early for that, he was willing to learn. Stroking her flat belly became another delight. Still favouring her breast with his mouth, he was able to look down, to where her dress parted. His heart leapt at the sight of shapely raised thighs, and that fascinating bush, the colour of autumn leaves. He had a great urge to allow his fingers to drift lower into the wonder of that area. He was checked by the movement of her hand negotiating the elastic of his shorts. Oh! Oh!

Lying there luxuriating in the twin delights of Brad's hand and mouth, Ashea began chiding herself for lazily accepting the joy of it all. Without wanting to interfere with what Brad was doing, she was compelled to move her body slightly so that she could send a stroking hand down over his chest and stomach, to the edge of the brief covering of his lower body. She could readily see that his male-thing was wildly trapped in there. Surely it was her duty to release it. Her fingers stole under the tight band, and almost immediately encountered the smooth head, as though it was seeking her hand. Her fingers trickled over that head, and she felt Brad heave.

That touch had been incredible, and all his senses were alive to the subtlety of her fingers. Yet, in spite of his enjoyment, he knew that, one handed, she could not reach any further. Accordingly he raised his body, and, as she helped he pushed his shorts down, heard her gasp as his erect cock broke free. His own grunt, as her fingers closed around it, brought a chuckle from her. For his part, he moved his hand, not into her bush, but onto the inside of her raised thigh. 

God, he thought, there can be nowhere that is as smooth as that skin. His hand glided on velvet skin. His mind was lost in a mixture of incredible sensations, his hand where it was, while her fingers were roaming up and down his rampant cock. When she suddenly stroked over his scrotum, Brad became aware that his pressure was rising. More care, or move faster? He wasn't sure.

Brad's fingers running along her thigh were delighting Ashea even more, especially as, on a couple of upward strokes, he gently touched the hair around her secret place.. No doubt in her mind, that was the touch she was eager for now, but she wanted to give more to him. Brad's fingers were suddenly tracing .along the length of her crevice, actually hitting her hot spot briefly. Ashea gasped.. Having located it, the fingers returned and lingered, bringing that nub, already rising, to full length. Ashea,. her passion truly roused, struggled to sit up, forcing Brad's lips to relinquish her nipple. She bent, and her tongue licked at the purple head of his thing she was holding

Ashea's last action had Brad thinking that he may not be able to take more of this. Already, Ashea had kissed his erection. That was something that Jill had never—No, no, stop thinking Jill. This is Ashea, and she is so different, so much more giving. He could tell that his action on her clit was pleasing her, and when she asked, "Would you put your tongue where your finger is, please?" Brad was shaken, he'd never done that before. But Ashea was tonguing him, so he had to be fair.

Ashea was just a little surprised at herself for asking that of Brad. Licking at his purple headed male- thing was pleasant enough, and his finger teasing at her hot spot was just devastating, making her very wet and ready. Yet his tongue had been so titillating on her nipple, she had to wonder what it would be like on her hot spot.

Brad did not hesitate for long. To get near her upper thighs, he had to lean her back away from his cock, which she held on to with one hand Telling himself that this was a first for him, he bowed his head, took in the mixed scent of her, and licked at her clit. If his mouth hadn't been so busy, he might have smiled at the thought that it was like dipping his face into a bowl of cream. It was an action so empowering, so delicious that it had to be right. But at the same time, he was sure his throbbing erection, caressed by Ashea's warm fingers, was preparing to explode. Just how far could he take this?

The moment Brad's tongue touched her hot spot, sparks flared in Ashea's blood, and coursed throughout her body. Every part of her flesh tensed and slackened in a wild uncertainty. Reaching her divine passage, the sparks burst into a magical flame, a fire that demanded stoking, craved it. Madly, she clutched Brad's erection, and pulled him towards her fevered centre.

Ready, but not ready, Brad knew what was about to happen, as he rolled his body between those elegant, heaving thighs. With Ashea's guidance, his erect penis was going to be guided into the wet lusciousness of her vagina. Should he warn her? Tell her he'd never gone this far? No, she was probably going to find out very soon. Words were pointless, as she placed his penis head at her entrance, and his mouth reached for hers, just as she gasped, "In me, Brad. In me."

One jerk of his hips and her vagina enfolded him. Another, and he was sensing his penis being wrapped in coils that pulled him on. Oh, that sensation, that wondrous first time delight. He thrust again and found an easy glide right to the hilt. Heat, moisture, and Ashea's heaving of her hips, drove him to the wonder of the experience. He knew he was about to burst.

His erection was inside her, and Ashea knew that this one was larger than either of the other two. Her passage was packed with him, totally filled, and as he moved, that very motion was ecstatic for her. The fire that had been started was receiving the stoking it craved. Suddenly his grunts and rapid thrusts told her that his moment was upon him, and his reproductive fluids were pouring into her, just as she wanted. Yet not quite as she required for her climax had not arrived, and she heaved her hips fiercely in an attempt to catch up. Ablaze, yet wanting that final wondrous spasm 

Brad could not control the moment, as he drove himself deeply into her, and felt his juices pouring through his cock and up into Ashea's deepest parts. He could tell she was trying to respond. The heaving of her hips was an added wildly enthusiastic pleasure, but he knew he had not delivered as a man was supposed to. Sadly clinging to her, he felt his flaccid penis slipping out of her

As they caught their breath, Ashea leaned back on her elbows, while Brad leaned towards her and whispered, "Sorry."

"Why 'sorry'?"

"It wasn't supposed to be like that, was it?" he said plaintively.

"You didn't enjoy it?" Her eyes were bright, and a kindly smile lit her face.

"Oh, yes, I really did." 

"So did I."

"You did?" Brad wondered if she was just being kind.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Well, I was too quick-finished before -"

"Brad, Brad-" Ashea knew he needed reassurance. She also intended to find out what she suspected, "How many women have you done this with?"

There was a lengthy pause, as Brad fought with the truth of this. In the end he had to admit, "You're the first."

"Then I am most honoured. And since I've only known two men, I would say we both have a lot to learn-maybe we should learn together." She watched keenly to catch his reaction. She knew she wanted to be with him again."You know I loved your touch, your kiss, and adored having your solid male-thing inside me. I don't think it can always be total for both."

"My what-thing?"

Ashea laughed, "Yes, I'm not very good at labelling what would you call it?"

More relaxed by her words, Brad replied, "It has many names, but the accepted one is 'penis'"

"Oh, good. I'll remember that—rhymes with Venus."

Brad laid his had on her bare breast, "Can we really meet again?"

"I insist on it. We can meet at the split pine."

"Are you really a nymph?"

Ashea thought about her response, "I can prove it, if it won't shock you"

"I'll take the risk."

Ashea immediately thought 'invisible' and chuckled at his looking all around him. She immediately thought herself back 

To say Brad had been just a little staggered was an understatement. "It's true then. Do you like being a nymph?" he asked her

"Not really. Too many restrictions, yet satyrs have so much freedom."

"Are you—are you—different in that world? I mean, do you look different."

"I wear a white gown, down to my ankles."

"And why are you here?"

She told him, and his next question bothered her, because it had to be an uncertain answer, "Yes, I would like to stay, but-well, it depends on so many things. But tomorrow we'll meet?""

"Oh, definitely, " Brad enthused, for him the world had suddenly become a brighter, a magical place. "So I'll be here at about half past three."

"I don't do time. I'll just watch for you. If you don't see me, just keep running."

.Ashea slept well that night. At sometime Queen Hera came to her, "That one was disappointing, was he?"

"No, it was good. He thought he had failed. But I liked him-a lot."

"Hmm," Hera mused. "Is that why you didn't use any of my sexuality?"

That news sent a thrill through Ashea, "I didn't? That was all me?"

Hera chuckled and nodded her head, "I think I can safely leave you with your own abilities with this one. You intend to be with him again?"

"Oh, yes, we have much ground to cover."

Hera was silent for a moment, "Well, you have one more task to perform. And when that is done I'll be drawing you back. But I will not accept too long a delay."

Ashea was happy with that. She had tested her own sexuality on Brad, and could continue with that. The destructive part of her task she would have to think about. 

Suddenly Hera came back to her, "I have to warn you, Ashea. I have a fixed measure in my head of how long these tasks should take. If they are not completed within my measure, you will return to invisible nymph mode, to wander for ever."

Ashea did not like the threat in her voice but it could not alter her longing to be in Brad's arms once more.

When Brad got home, his mother said how much brighter he looked. "Did the running go well?"

"Very well," he replied, honestly, and he was already looking ahead eagerly to seeing Ashea. Somewhere inside his head was the troubled thought that if she was only a nymph in woman's form, how was he going to be able to hang on to her?

But, next morning, in school, a few people mentioned how bright eyed he looked. Even Clive, in his sarcastic way, sneered, "Found some way of getting it up for more than fifty seconds"

Let him sneer. That afternoon Brad was dashing through the trees. Reaching the Y pine, he found no sign of Ashea, so he kept running as she had asked.. 

Suddenly, there she was, a provocative smile on her face, as she slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her dress, revealing the wild promise underneath. When he reached her, she took his hands, and gently drew him deeper into the shadows of the trees, where a slight rise in the ground provided a neat pine needle bed. Ashea drew him in close and, as they kissed, he felt her hands pushing at his shorts.

Ashea had it all planned. This was going to be her party. She had picked out the site, and waited patiently for Brad's arrival. She broke their kiss to kneel and remove his shorts completely, as Brad heaved off his top. She showered kisses on his erect penis as it sprang into view. This was all her own sexuality and she was going to show Brad just what that meant.

She spent a long while kissing and licking over his cock and his scrotum, and all Brad could do was stand there, enjoying her attention, only able to run his fingers through her long brown hair. At one point he thought she might take him into her mouth, but that didn't happen. Instead she lay back on the mound and drew him to lie on top of her, his penis primed against her belly.




Nymph in Limbo



Ashea was already sensing that inner warmth, but was determined that they take everything steadily. She looked up into his brown eyes, and whispered, "I want us to find all the things that give us pleasure, Brad. Your hard penis—see, I remember the word—where it is now is good. But it was better under my lips, and is so fulfilling when it is inside me. You like what I do to it?"

Brad was still in a haze of wonder that he had found such a woman, or nymph, whatever. "I love what you do. I love every touch of you. My eyes long to feast on your body, and my hands, lips and tongue long to follow, searching all over you, hair, face, shoulders, breasts, thighs -and here." And with that he slid his body down until his face hovered over her bush. Where had he found those words? What was inspiring him to those words, and to these automatic responses? Simple answer? Ashea.

With that, his mind full of the previous day's thrill at this experience, he buried his face between her opened thighs, his tongue searching for that sensuous little spot that he knew he could make erect. His tongue ran along the whole groove of her labia. Then he became really daring, he brought both hands down to that area, where he used his thumbs to part her labia. He drew his head back to gaze at the wondrous pink, rose petal promise in front of him, and, dead centre, there it was, Ashea's clit, still just a nub, but couched there waiting stimulation. Brad leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and with just the tip, he gently tickled at that tiny spot. It was a joy to feel Ashea's hips buck up at his face, and to hear her murmur of appreciation.

Ashea had enjoyed Brad's words, had been a little shocked at his sudden movement between her legs. Very exciting really, to have this unpractised lover treat her so convincingly. But when his tongue touched at her hot spot, her body spasmed beyond her control, and she had to hang on to her sensibilities. She might have climaxed at that point. Desperately she realised that it might still happen, as his tongue continued favouring her hot spot, but his fingers were becoming busy down there. His touch was going to drive her over the edge, but, even though it wasn't what she'd planned, she didn't want him to stop.

Brad, without having deliberately thought of it before, was realising that he had Ashea at his mercy here. She was already panting, blowing, and puffing like a steam train From this point he might be able to deliver her into the kind of climax she deserved. His fingers of one hand were probing blindly around her vaginal entrance, and he was very aware of her increasing wetness. For a quick spell he moved his tongue from her clit to flick at that opening, and trace around its rim. Tremors filled him as she trembled and he heard her helpless, "Brad. Oh, Brad. Brad." And he knew he had her. He shifted slightly so that his erect cock lay along her leg, letting him know it was maintaining its hardness. That was essential now.

What could he do now? He felt so daring, finding things out as he went along. One finger smoothed inside her, then two. His fingers fluttered around her internal passage walls like trapped butterflies. Her taste, the aroma of her filled his head, and thrilled him. Then, came extra devilment. His other hand had been scudding around her labia and the fingers were nicely lubricated. That hand, he moved, cautiously beyond her crevice towards her unattended anus. At the same time he listened to her noises. She was almost babbling incomprehensibly. How would she react to this unplanned invasion? What effect would it have? Tentatively his finger moved to touch the small, tight opening. She grunted something. Now to find the effect of three stimulation points at once. While, very gently, inserting a finger into the gripping ring of her anus, he set the fingers inside her wriggling, and at the same time, he sucked her risen clit into his mouth.. Her reaction was joyfully instant.

Ashea had known almost from the moment his tongue had started down there, that she was lost. His every move since then had heightened her longing. With his fingers in her channel of delight she had lost breathing control. His finger touching at her rear passage had her trying to mumble 'No' while her insides were urging her to scream 'Oh, yes.' Her thoughts were leaping about like mad things, from trying not to give way too quickly, to absorbing all the sensations that Brad was invoking in her. But through it all she was telling herself that if this was only Brad's second experience, what would he be like given time. What might they be like over time? Or was he simply using her body to experiment on.

That was the moment that all three sensations he was provoking down there came at once, and it was as though everything was aflame. She had to have it all—and now. Her own squeal was as though from some other mouth, as she desperately pulled at his hair to bring him up-'Into me, into me, into me,' screamed in her head but did not sound like that, as Brad's body loomed up over her and his erect penis like some hot poker, thrust deep into her, aiming for her heart. Huge, massive, filling, but giving her thrust on thrust, and lifting her away from the pines to a haze of ecstatic, exultant, euphoric wonder, as, at the last moment of external awareness, she knew that Brad was spurting his seed high into her. Then all thinking was gone in the frenzy of her glorious orgasm.

Brad, just before he gave her that final triple caress, had actually been admitting to himself that all his actions so far had been experimental, an exploration of Ashea's bodily needs. What did he really know? But the steps so far had reached this tremulous high point. Her excitement had been his excitement, as his erection was urging for release. Her mixed vocalisations told him she was almost there, and, as soon as he felt her pulling his hair, he went with it, and the route was direct. Like some guided missile his cock plunged directly into her wide, wetness, full length and back, full length and back. Her hips heaved up to him and his thrusts were pushing up higher. He tried to kiss her mouth but her head was thrashing too much, and as his ejaculation ran parallel with hers, he threw his head back with a loud snorting grunt, before burying it in the warm softness of her breasts.

Mission accomplished, just as he had wanted. He had shared an orgasm with Ashea. He was sure of that. As calm slowly came to them, Brad, his head still snug against Ashea's breast, whispered , "Together?"

"Oh, yes, together," she replied, and, without even thinking about it, added, "Forever." She laughed as Brad raised his head to look at her face.

"You believe that?" he asked. Recent events gave that notion such appeal. 

"I'd like to."

Brad thought about that, and saw university looming to keep them apart. He said nothing. After they'd rested for a while Ashea stood up, and urged Brad up beside her. "Come on. I've something for you."

"Clothes?"

"Leave them It's not far."

God, Brad was thinking as they moved, naked, through the trees. Adam and Eve, wasn't in it. But in just a short distance they came to a small, fresh stream that trickled through the trees. Ashea bent and flicked at the clear water, and as Brad moved to bend beside her, she held up a hand and said, "No, you remain standing."

.Puzzled by what her intentions might be, Brad did as he was told, and watched as Ashea cupped up water into her hands, turned and dropped it around his limp penis. Shocked by her action, not to mention the sudden chill of the ice cold water, Brad staggered back, gasping.

"Come on," Ashea teased, a wry smile on her beautiful face. "Be a brave man."

Giving her a scolding look, Brad stepped towards her. This time, she wet one hand and rubbed it gently over his penis. "It'll shrivel," he declared, feeling his limpness even more pronounced.

"Quite the opposite," Ashea replied, and to his delighted amazement, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and showed him his flaccid member resting on her tongue like some fat, pale, inert snail.

As her lips came together enclosing him in her mouth, Brad was struck by the incredible warmth that suddenly infused his penis. Could he actually feel it rising? What was she wanting from this? He soon had no doubts.

Ashea rolled her tongue, so she could lick along the length of his penis, and had a warm sense of achievement as she felt it stirring in her mouth. Encouraged she began moving her lips back and forth along it, knowing it was becoming harder with her every move. Delighted, her tongue slithered around the head, and then she was taking it back into her throat. Her hands moved around to Brad's buttocks and pulled him further into her.

Brad was overjoyed, even though slightly stunned by this unexpected touch. How far was she intending to take this? Already amazed that his penis had been brought to almost full erection by her ministrations, Brad wondered how long it would be before he'd have to warn her that he might have to shoot.

Ashea knew exactly what her intentions were. Brad had stolen her earlier plans, now this was to be repayment for the sheer glory he had bestowed on her then. His erection was just about full now, and revelled in the hardness of it as her lips drew forward and back along it. Her tongue didn't have much space for manoeuvre given the size of his erection, but she managed licks and tickles on each back stroke. Holding his buttocks, she knew there was increased trembling there, as she drove her lips faster. She stroked the head, along the inside of her cheek, causing a fascinating bulge there.

Brad was well aware of the effect of that bulging cheek. His penis head tingled with it. More importantly her determined mouthing was producing a familiar pulsing in his scrotum. In so little time, he was ready to shoot his load again. He knew he had to warn her to release him.

"Ashea, it's going to happen—you'd—" Looking down, the sight of the whole length of his rigid penis disappearing between those luscious lips was even more stimulating. But it was those wide, green eyes, looking up at him, which spoke the words that her mouth was too busy to pronounce. And what they told him, without any doubt, was, "This is for you." At the same time, her hands on his buttocks gripped more tightly, pulling him deep to the back of her throat. Brad could no longer hold back, and the sheer pleasure of release took him.

Ashea knew she had reached that point that was totally new to her. About to take his stuff down her throat, she relished in the look of total delight on Brad's face. Then she felt his outpouring and she swallowed and swallowed again, gladly..

Above her, Brad was moaning, "Ashea. Oh, Ashea." His hands ran gratefully through her hair, as his erection softened very quickly, and she let it slide to the edge of her mouth, only to support it with her hand to lick one final salty drop from the tip..

In spite of his concerns, Brad had to admit that for two people unused to such activity, this day had been sheer perfection.

For the next few days they continued the physical exploration of each other. Brad discovered exactly what position sixty nine meant. Such mutual sensuality. They didn't always go to total fulfilment, but it was none the less erotic for that. Brad's mother queried the sensibility of all this extra running, but admitted that it was probably doing him good. At school, as their final year ran into the last few days, remarks were made about how cheery Brad seemed. Clive cast him some questioning glances, and even suggested, jokingly, that it could only be the wood nymph that would have anything to do with him.

More seriously during their time together they began to consider the future. They had all but agreed that they wanted to be together forever. Ashea had warned him that she had one more task to perform to keep Hera happy.

"I haven't decided what it will be," she admitted. "But as soon as it's done. I'll be recalled, and that has to be within days."

"Is there nothing we could do?"

Ashea told him how she could request staying and becoming mortal.

Brad started to tell her that it sounded like a great choice, before recalling that he would be going away to university. He tried to explain the timing of that but she had difficulty with the concept of time. "I won't be away all the time-I'll be back fairly often"

Her face looked as though she might cry, and he saw a moistening in her eyes.

"But I couldn't be mortal if you weren't here. Could I come with you to this—univers-place."

Brad kissed her gently, enraptured by her attempt to say the word. "It's not allowed, Ashea."

Lying naked, they talked it through and through. Clearly, it would just be pointless for Ashea to have mortal form when Brad couldn't be there to ease her into a human way of life. Eventually, Ashea said she would put it to Queen Hera the next time she came to her, but she wasn't too hopeful. "She likes solving problems, but can be very awkward when she wants to be."

It was the following night, as Ashea slept, that Hera came to her, rather angry. "This last task is taking too long. I have warned you of the consequences."

Ashea was desperate to keep Hera on her side, so became most obsequious, "Dearest Queen Hera, I have obeyed your wishes and will always revere your godly Majesty, but I have delayed because I have found a human male who so satisfies me."

"But I have told you, if you wish to be mortal that can happen."

"Most precious Majesty, there are complications," Ashea then went on to tell the Queen about Brad having to be away out of her reach.

Hera moaned about Ashea's problematic behaviour, and then said, "Leave this with me. I will let you know if there is a solution when I next visit."

The next time Ashea retired to sleep, Hera was there promptly, and Ashea worried at her early tone. "I have given you much consideration, Ashea. I have even discussed this with the Lord Zeus." That news made Ashea toss in her sleep. "It is a circumstance that we have not had to face. Zeus has no interest in you since you are no longer a virgin, but he enjoys telling me how your banishment was my error. And, because of that, I trust you will appreciate what I have to say to you."

"Thank you Queen Hera. Anything you decree will be honoured."

"Maybe. First, once you complete your final task, you may remain in the forest-"

Ashea's heart beat faster, "You are a most kindly Queen."

"Wait! You will remain in the form you had when you first entered. You will be invisible at all times, and can only roam the forest."

Ashea now felt as though her heart was being crushed, "But, Majesty—"

"Will you stop interrupting, Ashea" The Queen said snappily. "You are much too impatient. I was about to say that you remain invisible, except when this Brad person enters the forest."

Ashea's emotions were riding a rough sea."But I must remain in the forest?"

"Let me finish! You will be in human form as long as he is in the forest, but you can only roam unseen while he is away." Hera paused to see if Ashea had any comment, so Ashea thought best to keep quiet. "When he is finally able to be with you permanently, then you may sacrifice your immortality and be with him wherever he would take you. You understand all that?"

"Oh, dear Queen, you are so kind." 

"Just one last warning. I give you two more sunsets in which to complete your final task, otherwise your banishment as an invisible entity will be permanent."

That was worrying, but Ashea was so delighted that Brad would have access to her she couldn't wait to tell him.

As they lay together the following afternoon, not having bothered to undress, while she excitedly told him the news, Brad was initially overcome with delight. "That means that I can come into this forest at any time and find you. Wonderful ." Then his face fell as another thought struck him, "But while I'm away, you will have to roam, invisible , just like you were at the start."

Ashea laughed up at him, as she lay back, "But what faced me then was eon upon eon of drifting. Your absence will be as nothing, as I wait for you."

He leaned over to kiss her, and it was at that moment that a loud voice made him turn around in shock. "You sly bastard. I thought you had something sizzling in here somewhere."

Clive Madding, in running gear, stood there, a sneer creasing his face, as his eyes feasted on Ashea's thighs, and half exposed breasts.

"I knew something was making you come out here more often. I lost you the other day. But here you are. Is this your mysterious wood nymph?"

As Brad climbed to his feet, Clive looked at Ashea again, "I don't know where you come from, but I'll bet you haven't had anything like this." And he lewdly clutched at his groin.

Fists clenched, Brad stepped towards him. "Clive, I'll-" Brad knew they were evenly matched for size. Planting one on that smug face would have been a monster pleasure. But Clive, without his cronies around him, was less prepared to face up to a challenge, and as he backed off into the trees he called, "I'll see you around sometime, sweet girl. You'll enjoy it."

With that he ran off along the trail. Brad reckoned that the whole incident just summed up what a cowardly braggart Clive was. He sat down beside Ashea, who had watched the whole incident with some surprise.

"Is that the Clive who took your girl?"

"That's him."

"She must have no taste," she said, and returned his eager kiss. In no time, Clive was forgotten, as they made slow, languid love, which had just got better and better over their days together.

When it was over Ashea said, "I won't be able to see you tomorrow,"

"Why?"

"I must concentrate on getting this final task done, otherwise all our plans will be for nothing."

Whenever Brad asked about a task, Ashea told him that she wasn't allowed to talk about them. Brad was happy enough with that, and he went home exulting in the thought of the arrangements for the future Ashea had outlined.

The next day Clive Madding took his daily run through the trees. He was feeling pretty randy, and wouldn't mind having a stab at that piece that Brad had been with. He didn't believe for one minute that she was some kind of wood nymph, but she had great tits. 

The thought of her as he followed his usual trail was making him randy. He was just getting a little tired of Jill's regular attentions. They were without variety. Maybe tonight he could have a couple of his mates in when she was there. Fill her up from all angles. The idea appealed, and he felt his cock give a little rise.

Ducking under a broken branch, he came into a slight clearing, and stopped dead. There, sitting on a low tree stump, was Brad's woman, in the same green dress as yesterday, revealing the promise of her body just as it had on the previous day. Clive couldn't believe his luck.

"I thought you mightn't show," she said huskily.

"You've been waiting for me?"

"You said you had something I would enjoy," she said, and her eyes dropped to his shorts which were already bulging. God, was she in for a big surprise. His excitement at this prospect increased the pressure in his shorts, which were just at her eye level.

Ashea wasn't looking forward to this too much. It was going to be so out of character, but it was going to ensure her time with Brad. As though nervous, she reached out a timid hand to brush over his bulge, before slipping her hands into the waistband of his shorts, and pulling down.

Clive looked down and watched his rampant cock swing free and up close to her face. He hadn't been sure how he wanted this to go but this position was ideal for starters. He reached to squeeze one of those gorgeous tits, but, somehow they were just out of reach, as her hand closed around his erection, her lips parted, and she looked up at him. For a brief instant he thought he caught a glow of red in those green eyes.. A trick of the light? 




Nymph in Limbo



"Lick it first," he said, almost in the tone of a command.

But Ashea, looking at this swollen penis, which was smaller than Brad's, and didn't smell very attractive, was thinking 'witch', as she took the whole of it in her mouth.

Clive watched eagerly as his hard member disappeared into that hot mouth. And it was hot. As her hands passed down either side of him, his body had a strange numbing sensation. Still impassioned, he went to pull her head to force his cock deeper. He couldn't move his hands. That was the moment that panic took over.

Those eyes were looking up at him, and, God help him, now they really were glowing red, as he felt the first grip of her teeth. These weren't ordinary teeth. They were pointed teeth that dug and tore along his penis length, shredding it, it seemed. The agonised scream he had in his throat would not issue at his lips. His body was static, unable to pull away from those chewing, gnawing, grinding teeth. Please God, no, don't bite it off. But his once bold cock was no longer erect. Still, in this harridan's mouth, it was collapsed, useless, and sending waves of excruciating pain through his lower body.

Pain, so severe, that he hardly realised that the mouth had released him. He was still unable to move but her voice rang in his head.

"When you leave here, you will have no memory of what has just befallen you, or of how your injuries were obtained."

Clive was able to look down and view the bloody mess of a penis that appeared to be in shreds. When he looked up it was to find that he was completely alone. What had happened to him? He had no idea, but he did know that he had to have this wound attended to. He tore off his vest and balling it over his injury, he hobbled out of the trees to find his car that would get him to hospital. How could he explain it?

Ashea had hated the whole process. She was disgusted at the thoughts that the witch persona had placed in her mind, had loathed the cruelty of her act, even though this Clive person was a dubious character. Invisible now, she flitted to a stream, where she was able to wash the foul taste of blood in her mouth, wishing that it might wash away the memory of the whole incident.

As she knelt by the stream, Queen Hera spoke in her head, "Task of destruction satisfactorily completed, Ashea. The witch persona is no longer available to you and you are now rendered permanently invisible-" There was just a momentary teasing pause, before with a royal chuckle Hera went on—" until this Brad person enters the forest."

Ashea expressed her gratitude, and could not remember if she had ever used the witch persona, that Hera had mentioned. All she knew was she was extremely happy to look forward to a life that would be lived with her Brad.

The following morning Brad was also feeling good. The last day of school and Ashea had solved the problem of their future together. But there was much talk about Clive. Apparently, he had been badly injured and was in hospital. A small group, including four of his cronies were talking about it. Sympathy from his mates, ribaldry from others. They all had something to say..

"His cock is all chewed up."

"Doctors say they've saved it, but it's going to be months before they can say whether it'll function again."

"He says he doesn't know how it happened"

"Somebody said it got caught in a lawnmower." Some sniggers at that idea.

More chuckles, as someone added, "No, he tried to screw his own car." Clive had never been the most popular of characters.

"Doctors have agreed it looks like some kind of animal attack, there are definite bite marks. Maybe there's a werewolf about."

"One thing's certain, his love-life's on hold."

And .Brad saw four pairs of eyes turn to where Jill was standing with a couple of other girls.

Later in the day, as they were all saying their goodbyes and best wishes, Brad was surprised to find Jill standing beside him. She hadn't once spoken to him since taking up with Clive. 

"Hello, Brad, I was wondering what you were doing for the Summer? I'd be willing to let bygones be bygones."

Brad regarded her face for a moment. She was suddenly less than pretty, and rather blousy in his eyes, as coldly he said, "Get stuffed, Jill. And I'm sure a few of Clive's cronies over there will be happy to do that for you."

With that, Brad walked contentedly away, looking forward to a run in the forest, where the woman, who would share the rest of his life, would materialise just for him.



Nymph in the Mirror



~Logan~

Evening fell, and I watched it affect everyone in the room. During the years of my wanderings, I have never grown tired of this simple pleasure. I clasped my hands and let them rest against the coolness of my shirt, and I observed as the lady of the house let the wine go to her head, giggling compulsively, and the lord of the house became an historian, lecturing everyone ceaselessly about the evils of the French Revolution. It might have become boring had I not noticed the pulse quickening in the throat of their maiden daughter, Angelica. 

She was young, but at eighteen, she was old to be unmarried. Most of her friends had long ago become wives and mothers. Her brown hair was piled high on her head, and tendrils curled softly beside her face. She was wearing a deep blue gown, and the pale skin that emerged from it was beginning to flush a deep pink. I met her startling blue eyes for a moment. They were frantic and conflicted, a little frightened. She glanced quickly away and began to fiddle with her napkin. 

It had been a long time since I felt intrigued enough to enter someone's thoughts, but her behavior was far too enticing to ignore. Picking her thoughts out of the others in the room and becoming one with them was like relaxing into warm water. Of course, no one really thinks in complete sentences; reading people is like collecting a series of impressions based on feelings. She felt warm, her blood pulsing rapidly, and she ached deep in her body. It was an ache that brought an answering ache to my own body--she was aroused. I probed deeper, feeling her essence pulse around me, and I discovered that she did not understand why she felt aroused, and she did not know who to turn to for relief. 

When I withdrew myself from her feelings, she gasped almost inaudibly and turned to look at me again. Seldom is anyone sensitive enough to notice my intrusion, and I always find it exciting when someone does. I smiled at her and nodded, and her answering shiver was the moment that sealed her fate.

~Angelica~

After everyone had retired for the evening, I found myself staring at my reflection in my mirror. It had been an exhausting evening, one in which I was plagued by an awakening I neither desired nor expected. Phantom pangs still pulsed through me. The girl in the mirror was a stranger to me at the moment. Her lust-crazed eyes searched for release. I sighed and looked away.

I thought again of the stranger at dinner, the man who, among all the guests, seemed to notice my discomfort. I blushed as I remembered the interest in his eyes, the way he continued to observe me all evening. The blush was not entirely the result of modesty. This was ridiculous. I didn't even know his name. Surely it was indecent to imagine his eyes on my naked skin, his flesh against mine...

I shook my head to clear it and returned my gaze to the mirror. It was time for bed, and I was delaying the inevitable. I undid my hair quickly and shook it out. Long brown waves cascaded around me. An impulse whispered through my body, and I obeyed it. I stood and let my dressing gown fall to the floor. The sensation of my hair against my bare back was exquisite, like a silk curtain. --Yes-- something deep inside me whispered. --More--

I swallowed. My reflection appeared completely foreign to me. A nude nymph stared back at me with tortured eyes. I found myself obsessed with her breasts, which I dimly realized were actually my own. They were plump and round, breasts that begged to be touched. --Yes,-- the voice inside me murmured. --Touch them. It will release you.-- 

I tried to resist, but my hands betrayed me. My eyes fluttered closed as I began kneading the sensitive flesh. I sank in the chair I had previously occupied, losing myself in the sensations I created for myself. The voice inside me was pleased, and that pleasure hummed through me as I began pinching my nipples. Soft whimpers escaped my mouth. 

--Open your eyes,--the voice commanded. I did. Then I closed my mouth around my nipple. The voice was pleasantly surprised that it did not have to tell me to do this. I stared in amazed arousal at the image of the stranger in the mirror licking and sucking at her own breasts. An urgent need for release pounded inside me, and I instinctively let my hand drift lower to skim my thighs. I wanted to plunge my fingers into the mysterious opening between my legs. --No-- whispered the voice. Frustration curled through me. My gaze fell longingly on the handle of my hairbrush and I had an insane compulsion to thrust it deep inside myself. 

The voice was firmer now. --No. Not yet.-- My lust crested and then abruptly stilled. The voice was gone. I stared in embarrassed shock at my reflection. I still gripped my nipple between my teeth. Quickly, I gathered my composure, blew out my candle, and turned to replace my dressing gown. Something at the window startled me. It was a sudden movement. Horror gripped my body. What if someone had seen the display I had just made of myself? I clutched the fabric of the gown to my body, hoping to cover my embarrassment. 

I can't explain it, but then some impulse took hold of me. I dropped the garment to the floor and climbed naked into bed. 

~Logan~

I entered Angelica's dream with ease. Penetrating her will had been child's play, and I knew this would be just as simple. She was in a field surrounded by cows. They stared at her intermittently, but seemed largely impervious to her presence.

She was lying in the grass, her hair and skirts spread around her like a halo. The dress was low-cut enough that my pulse quickened. I knew the real Angelica was sleeping naked, and I planned to take full advantage of this fact later, but the dream Angelica was still enticing.

She noticed me when I blocked the sun. She sat up with a squeak. "You!"

I nodded. "Naturally."

"What are you doing here?"

I let my gaze travel over her body. She flushed. Then I spoke. "This is your dream. I believe that is up to you." This was a fib, but the illusion of control is essential, after all.

I seated myself next to her. "Why are there so many cows?" I asked.

"I don't know."

I drew the village milkman's slumbering form to her dream. He blinked in confusion for a moment, then settled down to his business. His hands moved deftly on the cows' udders, and the milk hit his pail with rhythmic pings. 

"I think you've been a naughty girl tonight, Angelica," I murmured. She was transfixed by the milkman. She barely noticed when I settled behind her. For a moment, I was transfixed myself by the luxurious view of her cleavage. 

"I have?" her voice was dazed.

She was so fascinated with Roger's pulsing fists that she barely noticed when I brought my hands up her sides under her arms to cup her breasts. Her nipples hardened against the silk dress she was wearing, tickling my palms. For me, the sensation was not unpleasant, but it was also weak. In someone else's dream, it is difficult to fully awaken my own senses, although Angelica would be experiencing all the pleasure she could imagine. How could I stand it? Knowing that one day I would grope her in real life, feeling the firmness of her breasts yielding to me. And if I awakened her properly, it would be infinitely more satisfying because she would beg for it despite the fact that she was raised to be a lady.

So I reached inside her dress to touch her skin. I began to squeeze and pinch, and her squirming became more pronounced. She reached her arms up behind her to encircle my neck, and I pulled her firmly against my body. "You are being a very naughty girl right now, my dear," I murmured into her ear. 

She stiffened and released me, tried to pull away. I let go of her breasts but began insistently caressing her stomach. "I'm not doing anything to you that you weren't doing to yourself earlier this evening," I said. "Why don't you look at Roger's impeccable technique again?"

"I'm losing my mind," she said.

"Maybe," I said. "Don't you want me to touch you?"

"Yes," she said. "Not through my dress."

I obliged, pulling her breasts clear of the constraining fabric. They were really impeccable breasts. Even in the dream, when I lowered my head to suck the flesh into my mouth, I thought I was in heaven. I felt her pleasure vicariously as her fingers twined in my hair. The sensation of being desired so intensely is what always drives me to undertake these experiments.

Her real body began building to a climax. It was almost time for me to abandon her dream. If she awoke while I was inhabiting her dreams, the results would be problematic. I may or may not be able to return to my corporeal form for some time. I gave her breasts one final squeeze. Then I said, "Until we meet again." 

We met again the following night. And the next. And the next. She always greeted me with maidenly modesty, pretending to be scandalized that I wanted to touch her. Gradually, her protestations became farcical. Her clothing became more and more provocative, and so did her behavior. I knew I had finally captured her when she appeared one night completely naked. She had gone to bed a full hour early. Like every night in recent memory, she had slept nude and had spent considerable energy fondling her own perky breasts. I dissuaded her from easing the ache between her legs with her fingers. I wanted her sexual frustration to be acute, and additionally I wanted to save this particular pleasure for myself.

In the dream, she flushed under my rapacious stare. My eyes raked her body, and she responded with a soft sound of desire. 

"Logan," she murmured. "I'm ready for you to take me."

I approached her and tenderly stroked her bare skin. It was a mere shadow of what I wanted to do to her, what she wanted me to do to her. I kissed the top of her head.

"Angelica, my darling," I began. Then I had to pause because she took that moment to mold her body against mine. The degree of her pleasure at this simple contact took my breath. 

She pressed her lips against mine, an open-mouthed kiss that would have rendered me completely insensible in the real world. "I can feel how you want me," she murmured. Her hands wrapped around my cock, and I thanked God that I could barely feel it or I would have lost all self-control. I had other plans for her, far more pleasurable plans if I could be patient.

Gently, I stilled her hands. "Clever of you to have noticed," I said. "I appreciate your desire to be of aid to my hitherto unrequited hunger for your delectable body. But my dear, you have been most uncourteous to someone."

She blinked. "Who?"

I couldn't keep the smile from my face. "Roger." She looked in perplexity at the milkman, who was staring at her with undisguised longing. Unbeknownst to her, I had "invited" him to witness all of her recent dreams. If she hadn't been so oblivious to the lower classes, she might have noticed his presence. 

She certainly noticed it now. He had abandoned his former occupation of milking the cows and was prepared to begin stroking a rather different appendage of his own. I felt a tremor of excitement rush through Angelica, one she quickly repressed. She began trying to cover herself.

I pulled her back into my arms again, letting my hands wander over her body. I turned her to face Roger, leaving the front of her body completely exposed to him. She stiffened as she saw the look in his eyes, but when I began stroking her skin in gentle, teasing circles, she relaxed against me. I trailed my fingertips along her body until my hands were just beneath her breasts. 

"Open your eyes, Angelica," I whispered into her ear. "Look how much it affects Roger to watch me squeeze your breasts."

"No," she whimpered.

"I suppose I could release you and we could resume this some other night..."

I felt the conflict tear through her, and in truth, it was not much of a conflict. She wanted to watch him look at her. "I'll watch him," she said.

I covered her flesh with my hands, kneading her body with such intensity that I felt like I was crushing her into me. Her back arched. "You have never felt like this," she moaned.

"No," I countered. "YOU have never felt like this. You like it that Roger desires you so intensely. Watch him stroking himself. He knows you like it that he's watching you. What do you think he's thinking about?"

She was silent, but I knew she imagined he was thinking about taking her virginity.

I laughed softly. "No, my dear. He isn't thinking about that." I released her breasts and spun her around to face me. I captured her breast with my mouth, sucked long and hard on the tender flesh, then clamped the nipple between my teeth. Her body crept towards orgasm again, and I released her just before she could surrender to it. She stepped back from the brink.

Her eyes were in turmoil. "How much longer do I have to wait?" she asked.

I cupped her face in my hands. "I can't ever consummate our desire in your dreams."

She looked thunderstruck. "Never?"

"Not in your dreams," I repeated. 

"Do you mean to say that you are real?"

I laughed. "Of course I'm real, my dear. Didn't you meet me at dinner one night?"

She blushed. "Yes, but I assumed these dreams were my own creation."

I didn't directly answer her. "What if it were possible for me to taste your charms in the waking world? Would you allow me to?"

She paused. "I don't know."

"You see, dreams are safer. Women are fickle, and I don't know how far I can trust them with my delicate desires." This was a carefully constructed lie, but she nodded thoughtfully.

"You desire proof of my commitment to you."

I smiled. "Yes, my dear. Proof that you would commit your lustful education to my keeping."

She paused, and her gaze drifted to Roger and his exposed manhood. She shuddered in anticipation. Then she returned her eyes to mine. "I would do anything to feel you inside me."

~Angelica~

I felt utterly ridiculous as I awoke. It was full dark outside, and I was about to sneak out of my window on a crazy mission because a man in my dreams had promised me satisfaction. Satisfaction that I could in no degree really accept without destroying my virtue.

My misgivings did not stop me from going. I wasn't entirely sure I would find him or anyone when I got to the clearing he had indicated. I wasn't sure what he expected of me, but he told me that when I got there, it would become obvious.

It did. I had been standing in the secluded clearing for only a moment when I heard someone shuffling through the grass behind me. Expecting to find Logan, I was surprised to find Roger there instead. I blushed, thinking of the dream he had held a featured role in. This is the sort of thing proper ladies have nightmares about. I started to turn and run, but then I felt something deeper compelling me to stay. I tried to run anyway, but found that I literally could not move. I felt like a crazy person as I stared at him. Involuntarily, my eyes traveled down to his member, which I had just dreamed about. I thought of the way his hands had moved on the cows as he had milked them. I thought of his arousal in my dream. And, for heaven's sake, I had eyes. Genteel he was not, but his long hair was dark against his tanned skin, his muscles rippled invitingly, and his brown eyes drew me to him.

"It wasn't just a dream, then," he said. His eyes traveled up and down my body in a series of quick flickers that took my breath.

"No, I suppose not," I said.

"I don't see any point in covering up your tits, love. I've seen them before."

I blushed, mortified, but my hands were already undoing the laces to the dressing gown I had put on as an afterthought when I left my room. I couldn't stop my hands even though humiliation washed over me. The first man to see my naked breasts was going to be a peasant. Still, his eyes on me brought an irresistible tingle through my body.

He stared at them wordlessly for an eternity. Then he stepped closer. "I think they're even better than you dreamed them," he said. Without waiting for an invitation, he grasped them in his rough hands and began pulling them with the same rhythmic squeezing motion he used on the cows. The building pressure released itself as a moan, and I wrapped my arms around him. In my dreams, I had not been able to do justice to the pleasure of male hands on my body. 

"Funny," he remarked as he continued squeezing and pinching me, "I never pegged you as the type to like it rough."

"I don't," I moaned. I wasn't this kind of girl. What was going on? I pulled back and tried to regain my composure, but Roger closed the distance between us. He twisted my nipples so hard that my eyes stung with tears. I shouldn't have liked it, but I heard myself gasp, "God, that feels amazing."

His laugh was triumphant. He lowered his head, and I tensed in anticipation. Instead of closing his mouth on my nipple, though, he buried his chin between my breasts and shook his head side to side. His stubble against my flesh was rough like sandpaper, and when he scraped it along my nipple I could barely contain myself. Then he pulled my breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling with such intensity that I almost lost consciousness. 

I found myself straddling his thigh, wriggling against its firmness. He was breathing hard when he released my breast. "You have the best tits I've ever tasted," he said. A shudder went through me. I should have been insulted. But something deep inside me wanted this.

"Do you have to stop?" I asked.

He grinned. "It's your turn to milk me, love."



Nymphet Goddess



As I stared down my reflection in the mirror I was neither impressed nor disappointed. I was as I had always been, large. 5'3, size 20, plush double D's, flowing vivid red hair and honey brown eyes. I had never been considered ugly, but in childhood I was cruelly taunted for my weight. I found that as I grew up I evened out more, and it worked well for me.

Dressed in my favourite black, long sleeved dress and black kitten heels, I felt sexy, confident. The olive green eyeshadow and black liner really highlighted the honey colour of my irises. And with just the right hint of perfume I knew tonight was going to go really well.

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Stepping out of the shower I wrapped a large towel around my lean hips and went to find an outfit. I decided on my dark blue denims and a black, long sleeved button up shirt. It didn't lend much heat to the harsh winter but I didn't suspect I'd have it on for very long anyway.

I stalked back to the bathroom to tame my short blonde hair with some dry wax and have a really close shave, before spraying on some lynx and going to set up the lounge. 

I placed and lit some candles in the hall near the entrance of the house, then around the living room, and finally my bedroom. The black duvet shimmered in the light of the flames, and the soft music was flowing through the entire house via a sound system. All in all, it was a pretty fine set up for a guy, If I did say so myself.

The last thing to be done was pour some of her favourite wine and wait for her arrival. I definitely couldn't wait.

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It was just before 8 when I pulled up in his driveway. We had been seeing each other for about 3 months now but still I was shaking like a leaf, the anticipation making my heart beat like a jackhammer. I parked my blue sedan and slowly stepped out into the freezing temperatures of winter. I pulled my trench coat tighter around myself as I stared at the faint glow coming from the windows. I took a deep breath and began my walk up to his door. I stepped up the two steps, rang the bell and waited patiently, nerve wracked. 

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I stood in my kitchen with the wine glasses, waiting for 8, for her. I was so positively nervous, I never got nervous. But here I was, heartbeat going off the charts, a million scenarios going through my mind.

Then the bell rang.

The walk to my front door felt like it took forever. And with every step another nerve bit at me. But then I got there and saw her standing on the other side, looking just as nervous, and more beautiful than she ever had before. Her long red hair was curling like wildfire down her back, her eyes were so amazing with their honey gold glow behind her thick lashes.

She huffed out a shy "hi" and blushed a crazy pink. All my nerves melted away in that moment and I was left with nothing but an insane lust and want for her. This woman that I'd fallen for, this crazy, beautiful woman.

I reached out my hand, tangled it in her hair and pulled her over the threshold, to me, and kissed her with all the possessiveness I felt at that very moment. I felt all of her against me, every lush curve of her body. Her full heavy breasts, slightly rounded tummy, thick luscious thighs and her lips, they were gifts from the gods. All natural and plump rosy pink all the time. Brighter when I'd kissed her, just like now.

I reluctantly pulled away from my goddess and helped her out of her coat. The sites just got better and better. Her amazing dress hugged every inch of her rubenesque form. It also had a delicious v neckline. Absolute divinity.

I took her hand and led her to the kitchen. We stood and laughed for a while, drinking her favourite wine and talking about whatever came up. I tried my hardest to make her laugh, it was when I loved her most of all. She lit up an entire room when she laughed.

I polished off the rest of my wine and poured us both another glass. Another half hour of giggles and stories, we'd emptied the bottle and were both well tipsy, her slightly more than I.

We fell silent for a moment or two and then everything rushed ahead. I once again tangled my hand in her curls and nipped at her bottom lip, teasing the matching studs she had through it. She smelled insanely good and I hardened instantly, straining in my jeans. Deepening our kiss I trapped her lush body between the wall and my trim, muscled form, the contrast very erotic.

I pressed my hips against hers as a soft moan escaped her bright pink lips. Her unbridled lust shot out from her golden eyes and in that moment I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I slid my hands down her legs and lifted her up onto my hips encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist, she was reluctant, I knew because of her build. I reassured her she was perfect and lifted her up again, this time she didn't back down, instead wrapped her thick legs tightly around my waist and kept kissing me as I moved this show to the bedroom.

We stopped first at the start of the hall to kick off our shoes, never once breaking our embrace. Once again before my door to lose my shirt. I opened the door to my bedroom and kicked it shut with the heel of my foot. I stopped by the bed and set her down just on the edge and she stood up to kiss me again.

I stared at her beauty as I kissed her. She linked her arms around my neck and I slid my hands down her sides, over her hips, down her juicy thighs until I reached the hem of her dress just above her knees and began to slide it back up her body.

Back up over her lush thighs, sumptuous hips, and smooth waist and over her head, her hair falling back around her. I found the sexiest matching bra and lace briefs in an emerald green setting off her Bright red hair and pale white skin to absolute perfection.

I stood back for a moment in absolute awe and she blushed wildly and attempted to cover herself. I stopped her by crushing her body against mine and guiding her to the bed. I pulled back the sheets and laid her down as I shed my pants and slid in next to her. I pulled the sheet back over us and started kissing her again, then I moved down to her neck as I unclasped her bra and dropped it on the floor behind me. She had a small bar through her right nipple and she sighed a beautiful sound as I took it into my mouth, teasing and nibbling away. Then I moved to her left peak. Her full breasts were so soft I thought I was in heaven, but then, there wasn't an inch of skin on her body that was rough or calloused.

As I teased her fair skin she arched her back a little and pulled my lips up to meet hers. I was sure by now she would be able to feel my erection on her thigh but she must not have noticed in all the heat. I slid my hand down between our bodies where I stroked her through her lace briefs. She clutched harder at my shoulders as I slipped my hand down under the elastic and down to her hot centre. She was trimmed, not waxed, I always preferred women to be natural. As I ran my finger down the length of her folds and then back, I stopped kissing her.

I wanted to watch her. As I slid my finger all the way inside of her she let out a brilliant sound of pleasure. I watched her throw her head back while I massaged her gspot. I pulled my finger out and ran it up to her clit, smoothing her own juices back over her, getting her ready for me. I kissed her once more before beginning my way down her body. I kissed down her stomach, taking time to tease her hipbones and bellybutton. I got to her briefs and slid them down her thighs and all the way off. 

So there she was, finally completely bared to my eyes, and just as stunning as she was with clothes on, if not more. I coaxed her to open herself to me. Massaging her lower leg and thighs until she parted her knees for me. I kissed my way up the inside of her legs until I got to her hot red centre. She quivered a little as she felt my breath on her most intimate parts and then I began to kiss her tender folds.

As I explored her with my mouth she became increasingly slick, glistening. Her breathing was uneven as I slid a finger deep inside her once again while my tongue went to work on her clit. She began to moan as I triggered her gspot again, I knew she was getting close so I stopped my assault on her body and crawled up to kiss her as I removed my underwear, springing free my monster of an erection.

Her eyes bulged as she caught a glimpse before I captured her lips again and rested my hips on hers, cradled by her soft body. I smoothed a curl back from her forehead and kissed her nose, feeling her giggle under me was bliss.

I moved my hand down between us and positioned myself to slide right in. I braced myself above her, marveling at her form as I pushed my hips forward sliding all the way inside her. We moaned in unison. She felt absolutely divine. Firm and hot. I stopped at her hilt and looked into her eyes. As she bit her lip I couldn't hold off any longer, I began to move myself inside her, meeting her eyes the entire time, watching her pleasure rise with each stroke.

When her moans got louder she began to grasp my shoulder blades tighter, and move her hips up to meet my thrusts, pulling me into her as she did. I gathered her into my big arms and rolled with her so she was on top. She looked a little unsure so I helped her along with my hands on her hips. It didn't take her long before she was grinding me for all I was worth, her head lolling back like a bobble head. 

It wasn't long before she was moaning again, I pulled her down to me and kissed her, one hand at the top of her back and one on her hip, holding her there while I thrust up into her, making her wilder. Her hair fanned all around us as I hugged her to me and slid up into her warmth over and again. I felt my own release building up but I held it off, I wanted this to last.

She broke my hold on her and sat up, still, catching her breath, steadying herself with a hand on my chest. She looked so perfect there, her breasts sandwiched between her arms, cheeks flushed with colour, eyes on the ceiling, breathing heavily. 

When she had calmed a little she looked down at me with those eyes of gold, and smiled a seductive smile, bit her bottom lip and told me how amazing she felt. I told her she did feel amazing as I ran my hands up her body and slid them around her back as I sat up with her in my lap. She moved her legs to wrap them around me as I kissed her and tangled myself in those curls again.

I got up on my knees so I had a little more room to move and I began to lift her a little and drop her back down. She got the rhythm soon enough and was moving herself against me once again. Moans escaped her lips all over again and I covered her mouth with mine, shielding them, muffling her sounds, drinking her in. She was working her hardest, grinding and trying to hold onto my shoulders, keeping us close, crushing her milky globes to my hard chest. 

This was heaven but I wanted to see her ultimate pleasure, her climax. I reluctantly removed my hand from her silken curls and ran it down to where we were joined. I began to stroke her in time to our movements. Her breathing was once more uncontrollable, moaning louder than she had before. She began grinding even harder, and as her head fell back she called out my name as she came. It was the most incredible sight I had ever witnessed. I had seen women come before, but this was something else, it was as if it were the first time anyone had ever brought her pleasure before. Like she had just been released from a dark room into the sunshine for the first time in months. It was beautiful.

She was shaking as she came down from her high, still moaning, it seemed to go for ages. I didn't mind, even with her incredibly tight grip on my shoulders. She fell into me, snuggling in lovingly. I turned with her and laid her down. I still hadn't found my own release yet but that was okay, plenty of time yet.

She looked blissful and was glowing as I held her next to me, still running my hands around her lush body. She giggled as she turned into me, she placed her hand on my cheek, looking into my eyes. It felt right so I blurted out my feelings. I told her I had fallen for her. I listed all the reasons why she drove me crazy and all the reasons that I loved that about her. I listed everything I loved about her body, which was everything and I told her that she never looked more beautiful than right then, in that moment. She was perfect right then.

She managed to tell me she felt the same through my kissing assault on her mouth and neck. Then she pulled me atop her and welcomed me in, opening her legs and guiding my still erect cock right into her hot core. I drove myself into her relentlessly for a while and then withdrew and kissed her. As I got into the spooning position I moved her hair so I could nibble her earlobe while running my hand down the length of her body.

I bent her right leg at the knee and slide myself back inside this nymphet goddess. And she moaned low in her throat. From here I could rub her as well as driving us both wild. I stroked her once again in time to my thrusts and she turned her head to kiss me before moaning again, grabbing my arm that was rubbing her. As I felt her release coming closer I let go and went crazy, thrusting into her with all that I had. She balled the sheets up in her fist as we came together, breathless, moaning, touching everywhere.

As we came down from our high she fell asleep snuggled into my chest, her hair still spilled everywhere, and I waited anxiously for sleep, to dream of what wondrous things would follow a perfect night.



Nymphette



1985

"They call you what?"

"Nympho!" She said proudly.

"I'm half afraid to ask why?"

"Why the hell do you think?"

I laughed at the whole situation. An 18 year old girl telling me her nickname in order to get me to fuck her. It was such a crude way to drop a hint. But as I thought about it, it made a weird sort of sense. I had been working closely with her for several weeks. In some ways the only reason she was passing was based on my tutoring. She dropped a couple of hints already, but I wasn't biting. We were nearing the end of the class so she decides to get less subtle and hit me between the eyes. In no uncertain terms she was telling me she was available, and willing. 

I guess a little background is in order. I am a TSgt in the USAF attending a technical school for retaining. Which means 4 months at Keesler AFB in Mississippi, not one of the garden spots of the South? After school I was heading to Washington DC to work as a computer programmer. Actually that is a bit strange because I have been working as a computer programmer for the past 10 years, just not as a formally assigned one. I was retraining to align my interests with my actual duties. I was also setting myself up for my retirement in about 6 years. A programmer does a hell of a lot better than a RADAR technician.

Ann was an Airman, the lowest grade in the AF. She was fresh from Basic training. What we used to call young, dumb, and full of cum. She was new to everything, including, at least I think, sex. Sex to her was a game and she was playing it for all she was worth. 

Each tech school class was usually made up of mostly the new airmen and a few NCOs who are retraining. For the programmers the opposite was true. It was mostly retrainees with just a few of the new airmen. Ann was in her element. Most of the day she was surrounded by other young, dumb, full of cum guys who were perfectly willing to help her explore. She also made quite a few of the NCOs in class for quickies over the weekends. I knew what she was doing because I had seen it many times before. Lots of airmen on their own making the usual mistakes about sex, money, and their future.

That would normally lead to a question, was I one of Ann's conquests, if that is the right word? The answer is no. She was cute, and probably an energetic fuck, but she didn't interest me all that much. You see as an experienced programmer I became her tutor as she struggled in the class. She was pretty smart, but getting her to focus was tough. Call me old fashioned, but the main reason I didn't take her up on her earlier hints was simply the fact she was an airman and I wasn't. I felt more paternal toward her. Leave off the 'I'm married' stuff, fucking her would be like fucking one of my own kids. Not my cuppa tea at all. So after weeks of subtle, for her, hints went ignored, she decided to up the ante with her supposed nickname "Nympho". What a shitty handle to lie on a kid. I know she has the right to do what she wants. But put a label like that on her and she could really screw up the rest of her life.

"Ann, get your gear and come on outside. We need to talk."

She got her stuff together half apprehensively and half excited. Like she didn't know whether I was going to screw her or chew her out. She did catch a wave of my anger, and wasn't sure it was aimed at her or not. I pointed her to my car and she tossed her stuff in the back as I drove off. 

She was quiet, which wasn't like her. She caught my mood. As we drove off-base I gathered my thoughts and decided how to deal with this situation. Not just for me, but for her as well. There was part of me tat was tempted to toss her over a couch and just fuck her till I wasn't frustrated anymore, but that would just add to her self-image. She was more than just a cum receptacle, but she was heading down the path I had seen several woman go before. One I remember real well, a TSgt who ended up older than her years, with three kids from three different guys, and eventually kicked-out for her activities. I didn't want Ann to see herself in that light after a while. The problem is there were lots of guys who would help her along that life. She could be so much more than that, but how to get that message to her?

I pulled off in a deserted parking area off Highway 90, right next to the beach. It was too chilly for anyone to be at the water. There were a few beachcombers, the diehards. It was as private as we were going to get. I sure as hell wasn't taking her back to my dorm room or a hotel. She would probably get naked and I might not be smart enough to do the right thing once the blood filled my other head. Don't get me wrong, I was as much a guy as any other. I just thought she could be so much more than a slut.

I turned and look at her. She was more apprehensive now. I had to set the stage right or I would lose her. She had to know how good she could be, without a Dad-like lecture on her sex life.

"Ann, I'm not mad at you, really I'm not. I think you are terrific! You are sharp as hell and I think you will do well in whatever you want to do."

"OK, Eddy. Thanks!"

"What I am mad about is your nickname. Look, Ann. I understand you want to have fun, and fucking is a hell of a lot of fun. But you need to be careful."

"Look Ed, I know about diseases, I had that lecture in High School."

"I'm not talking sexually transmitted diseases. I'm talking about your career and your life. I know you are having fun here, and I figure you've gone though most of the class and then some. But these are the people you will be running into the rest of your career. It's OK being a party girl at tech school, but what happens at your next duty station?"

"I don't know! I want to keep having a good time."

"And you can. You just have to be a little more circumspect. If you keep fucking around at the drop of someone's pants, you will never be taken seriously as a person. Guys will see you as some sort of cum junkie and the women you work with will label you in many unkind ways. What happens when you find someone you love and everyone around him tell him what a good fuck you are?

"Ann, I am not telling you how to run your life. You can have fun, but you need to take things a little more seriously. Your next duty station will also have guys' wives around. Believe me being a good fuck will only take you so far. The rep of being a slut will hurt you more than the pleasure it bring you over time."

There I had my say, and I think she was thinking about it.

"Ed, I have heard this 'talk' a few times."

"Ann, I am not trying to ruin your life, and as tempting as it would be to just lie down and fuck you. I can't do it. You are a great person and worth so much more than being treated like a piece of meat."

She looked at me, really looked at me. "I was a virgin when I got here."

"Ann you don't . . ."

"Yea I do. I was a virgin because no one wanted me in High School."

"I . . ."

"Don't patronize me now, Ed. You've been straight, let me. I was a wallflower and all the guys knew it. When I lost my virginity it was at a party and I was passed off to three different guys. And I LOVED IT. I loved the attention, I loved the action, and I loved orgasms! Even the first girl who ate my pussy made me feel good! I liked it, but even I saw it was going a bit overboard. Fuck, Ed, the reason I needed a tutor is because guys and girls are beating my door down for a fuck. I get little sleep. But I love it! I have to be honest, I adore sex!"

"You can still have fun, but you don't want to be label a slut. Be a slut in the bedroom if you want. But trust me; you don't want to be labeled one. It won't save you when you screw up on the job. It won't help you in many situations."

"It got me out of a speeding ticket. The cop was pretty yucky, but he wanted a BJ."

"Ann, do you want to go through life like that? What happens when you are 30, 35, or 40?"

"Oh fuck, Ed, you are being a drag."

"I know, but I see so much more for you than just that. You can be a slut without wearing it like a scarlet letter."

"I read that story, they don't do that shit."

"Not in the same way, but remember your home town? Did you have labels for some folks? The town drunk or the town slut? The married lady who was screwing the pool boy?"

Ann laughed at that. "Yea, I guess we had our share."

"Would you like people seeing you through those glasses?"She sobered a little. "I guess not."

"OK, lecture mode over, Ann just think about it. Once you leave Keesler, leave the party girl public image here. Be more selective and be real careful about married guys. Once you get the rep for spreading your legs, you will have a hard time losing it."

"But while I'm here I can play?"

"I guess, just start getting more selective. If they wake you up in the middle of the night, tell them to go jerk off once in a while."

"But it tastes so fucking good!"

We laughed. So I guess I had my say, I just wasn't sure it would do any good."

"Are you sure I can't . . ."

"No thanks Ann. If we are going to continue as a tutor, I have to avoid thinking about your ass, OK?"

"OK, but if you ever want it -- I owe you big time, Ed."

I went on to my assignment in DC and Ann went to Randoph AFB. We lost touch until I ran into her in Alabama years later.

2000

"TSgt Edwards?"

I turned with a smile. I haven't been called that in a long time. I had retired and was a contract consultant for the Air Force now. The pay and hours were better, and I still did a bit of traveling. This month I was at Gunter Annex in Alabama. I turned around I was facing an attractive MSgt, 5'5, slim, red hair, good smile. She looked sort of familiar, but the name on her nametag wasn't one I knew.

"Yes?"

She smiled wide and that's when I realized who it was, Ann.

"Oh my god, it is you, Ed?"

"Hi Ann"

"And you remember me?"

"Of course I remember you!"

She practically jumped into my arms for a hug. Ann had changed a lot. Probably more than I had. She was no longer 18, but at least 33. He face had matured well, she was well beyond cute and had the beauty of life and a life lived well. She was heavier, but in all the right places. Gone was the skinny eighteen year old that seemed to live for giving blow jobs.

"God, Ed, you look great!"

Around us a small cadre of people were staring, like they had never seen to old friends run into each other.

"Ed, are you assigned here?"

"I'm just TDY, temporary duty, for the rest of the month."

"OK, great." She handed me a business card. "I have to go to a meeting. Here is my number. Call me and we will have dinner, tonight! I'm serious, if you had plans cancel them."

She carried herself with much more assurance then I remember, but then I have to remind myself she wasn't the same person, and neither was I.

Joe, a guy I was working with here, had a comment. "You know the ice bitch?"

"What?"

"That's her nickname, the Ice Bitch. The rumor mill says she's a virgin because pricks freeze and fall off before getting any. You are the only guy I have seen her smile at. Where do you know her from?"

"Oh years ago, she was an Airman fresh out of Basic."

"So how well did you know her?"

"Pretty well, we were in a study group for tech school together."

"Well watch yourself; she's a real bitch now!"

"Joe, everyone can be a bitch, even you! I'm just glad you aren't my bitch!"

He laughed and we went back to work.

That afternoon I called her office and left a message with my cell number. About 4 she returned my call.

"Ed, I'm sorry I had to run off."

"It's OK, Ann. We both had work to do."

"Where are you staying?"

"Townplace Suites, off Carmichael."

"Good! I'll pick you up at 7, dinner at a little Italian place where we can catch up. Damn it's good to see you! Shirt and tie, this is a nice place."

When she got out of her car, now I wouldn't have recognized her. Her red hair was down past her shoulders. She was in a little black cocktail dress that fit her like a second skin. It showed her legs off well. She twirled and asked. "Do I pass muster?"

"You are gorgeous, Ann, and you know it!"

"Yea, I do! She hugged me again, a longer hug than in the hall of her office building. She kissed my cheek and I appreciated her scent, a mild perfume that I didn't recognize.

"Come on, I am starving!" Now that sounded like the 18 year-old I remembered.

As we drove to the restaurant, we reminisced slightly. "Do you remember the last time we were in a car together?"

"I sure do Ann, like it was yesterday."

"Me too, I've thought about that little talk for a long time. I always wanted to see you again and tell you how much you did for me."

"Hey, anything you did you did for yourself. You can't blame me!"

"I know that, but you helped me start it. By not having sex with me, you let me see myself in a different light. You wanted me, I could feel it, but you treated me like a person. You were the first and it made me feel special. I owe you!"

"You don't owe me a thing!"

She disagreed. The conversation turned to the usually catch up information. She was divorced, no kids, but she kept his last name. I was still married, retired, my kids were adults. She was the NCOIC of the development branch and I was a consultant for information technology branch. 

Dinner was superb, there was also dancing so after dinner I got to hold her close and enjoy her touch. After the first dance she kissed me, not a hot and sexy kiss, but our lips met nicely. After each dance we kissed more. 

"You know I have been dreaming of kissing you for 15 years!"

"Ann . . ."

"Oh Ed, relax! You just need to know that I really liked you back then. You were smart and willing to work with me for no other reason that it was the right thing to do. Even when I tried my less than subtle seduction techniques, you handled them with grace of character. I was a little mad at the time, but over the years I learned how right you were. And Ed, I fell in love with your memory."

"What?"

"Yea, I was in love with the person you were to me. I tried to find someone like you and came close, but they never fit the mold you left."

"Ann . . ."

"Relax. I am not in love with you, but in love your memory. You set a pretty high standard for people to measure up against."

"That wasn't what I meant to do."

"Hell, Ed, I know that. You were straightening out a messed up kid who was thinking with her pussy. I can't tell you how many times I have had to straighten out kids with similar problems. I guess you did that too and I was just another kid for you to deal with."

"You were never just another kid, Ann."

She paused and looked at me. "Thank you for that Ed."

We smiled at our shared memories when the last song came on for the evening, a slow dance number. Without waiting, she got up and offered her hand. I took it and we went back on the floor. This was different. She flowed against me and we moved across the floor physically in sync. She felt good against me and her perfume filled my head.

As we danced my body and a perfectly normal response and I felt her giggle in my ear. "Nice to know I can get a rise out of you after all."

I pulled her against me, grinding into her pelvis a little. "You got a rise out of me 15 years ago, Ann."

"I always hoped I did. It made your memory even stronger. A guy who got horny but controlled it. You were my role model more than you knew.

"Oh fuck!"

"What?"

"My Chief just came in, with the fucking Colonel's wife. We need to get out of here before he sees me."

"What's the problem?"

As we left, after they cleared the door, she explained. "The Colonel's wife is a slut, worse than I was. The stupid Chief is her latest score. If he saw me, he would freak out. She wouldn't know me from Eve, He would get all uptight and I don't need to deal with that. Hell he might not even have recognized me dressed like this. But the last ting I need is him sniffing after me. I had to call him up short on a couple of my people before.

She drove to her apartment, a very nice place well away from the base. She obviously has expensive tastes from the décor. She settled me down into a very comfortable sectional sofa with a drink and snuggled in next to me with one of her own.

"Tell me about the Chief?"

"Not much to tell. He's a dog and I had to tell him to lay off a couple of my girls. We fought over his behavior and he knows to keep his distance. He made a play for me when I first got here and I did my best imitation of an iceberg to get him to lay off." She grinned up at me, "Some things have changed!"

"So I see!"

"I know, the old me would have been naked, knees on the floor, fighting to get his cock out for a blow job as soon as I knew he was interested. The current me keeps her playtime miles from the gates and no military allowed!"

"So you aren't the ice bitch?"

"Damn, you heard that one pretty quick. Let me guess, Joe?"

"In one!"

"Yea, he made noises too, but I ignored him. He was one of the nicer ones to just leave me alone. I have learned a lot over the years, Ed."

"Watching the looks I got when you hugged me told me a few things too

"Yea, well one lapse with an old friend won't kill my rep as a bitch, but I will be more careful next time. It was just such a shock to see you!"

"I was surprised too. Until you smiled I didn't know it was you."

Her hands ran down her body. "Yea, just a few physical changes . . . like tits and hips! I was pretty fucking skinny when I last saw you."

"Skinny but cute!"

"Yea, I am not cute anymore, haven't been for years."

"Nope, now you are beautiful!"

She smiled at my comment."

"So no more 'Nympho' nicknames anymore?"

"Oh I wouldn't say that. I still love to fuck, suck, lick, and bite with the best of them. I am just much more discreet. It still took a while for that lesson to sink in. When it did, I really understood you."

"Tell me about it."

She sat up and slid a little away, so she could turn and look at me. I missed the warm presence against me, but this story seemed important to her.

"Well back at Keesler, I was even more of a slut than I think you even realized I fucked or blew everyone in class except for you and the religious fanatic. Half the breaks had me with my pants at my ankles and a cock in my cunt. I even had all the women in the class, including Sue, the pretty teacher. You have no idea how out of control I was."

"Holy shit!"

I know, pretty insane. I was really crazy and I loved every minute of it. I should have caught half a dozen diseases, or gotten preggers a few times. I was well fucked, orgies, and even gangbanged more times than I could count. Hell, Ed, the only 'normal' time I had was when I was studying with you. I think I had a crush on you back then because you didn't tell me to blow you.

"After our talk I saw some of the things I was doing was really risky and tried to slow down, but the itching in my pussy would get pretty bad and I would get well fucked again and again. I resolved to cool it at Randolph, my first duty station. I think I held out a whole two days before I was on my knees between two cocks. I did cool it some, but I was still willing and able to fuck a lot. But listening to some of what you said I also kept some time for myself and became a model airman. I aced my training and all courses. I was spit and polished 24/7. Never late, work done to perfection. In months I was coding things only the more experienced programmers were getting. I was damn good!

"Then I was up for Senior-Airman Below the Zone, you know 6 months ahead of the norm. I met the board and realized that each of the board members had fucked me, including the female first shirt. Of course as perfect as my record was on paper, the reality was I was a slut and they each knew it. I didn't get a single vote. The next time I 'entertained' each of those board members I asked them about it. It's amazing how hard it is to lie to someone with their teeth around your cock, or their hand up into your pussy. They each told me that they didn't feel they could vote for me because of my off-duty activities. That woke me up even more. That's when I understood what you said, every single word. 




Nymphette



It took a while before I could get more control of myself and as people were leaving and new ones coming in pretty soon all the stories died down. I didn't become a complete ice bitch, but I did make sure I was professional enough that most of the new people didn't believe the stories."

"Sounds like you did pretty well."

"I did OK, Ed. Then I met Jake, the guy who gave me his last name. I really loved him. In many ways he reminded me of you. He was a pro, very correct, honest. We fell in love and got married and it lasted almost a year."

She teared up something awful. I pulled her against me and held her until she could talk some more.

"She pulled back away. "I'm OK, I just didn't realize that my past could come and haunt me. Jake went TDY and ran into someone who used to be assigned here. An asshole who was a lousy fuck, but who liked to take pictures. Jake brought home a copy of a pic that had me with 5 guys. A cock in each hand, my ass, my cunt, and my mouth. He was devastated. We went on for a while but he couldn't get over it. I was still pretty wild in bed, but only with him! He couldn't understand that.

After he left I relapsed a bit. But when I changed station I was not the same girl. I shared an apartment with a flight attendant for Delta and I partied pretty hard. But for the first time it didn't involve any AF folks. It was great. I was well fucked whenever I wanted and during the day the Ice Bitch slowly evolved. Most of the stories were history. I kept Jake's name because it did make it harder for folks to equate SSgt Johansson with the old Airman Silver. I was happy for the first time."

She was smiling and it was a real smile.

"And now?"

"Now I am still a pretty good fuck, but I am realizing I am older and wiser. I have a few friends in a tight circle and we love to fuck and suck. But tend to stay within the group. Disease-wise it's safer. I get plenty of cock and pussy. In fact they are meeting at a little party tonight, but I told them I would see them over the weekend."

"You are missing your sex party?"

"Oh I am sure they will be perfectly willing to get me caught up. In fact it' a good thing or my roommate, that same flight attendant, would be here trying to find out what is in your pants."

I laughed. 

"Don't underestimate her. She can be pretty determined. In fact I watched her pick up a couple in a hotel lobby and had the wife eating her pussy inside of 30 minutes."

"And the husband?"

"Well he was eating mine!"

"You are still pretty wild!"

"Yes, but now it is my choice and more controlled, just like you said. I usually avoid married guys unless their wife wants to play too. I never get involved with blue-suiters. Plus even if the people are military, I never let them know who I am during the day. Only my roomie knows I am in the AF. I am hoping to stay here until I am eligible to retire. Than I can get a local job and continue to live here the way I want."

"Sounds like you have had an interesting life."

Ann stood and in one motion her dress hit the floor. She had on a bra and panties, but nothing else.

"I have had a good life, Ed, but there is one thing still missing. I'm not the cute kid anymore. I am also not subordinate to you in any way. I am simply a woman who would very much like to make love with you."

"Ann . . ."

She leaned down to me and covered my mouth. "Shhhhhh. I am not trying to break up your marriage, nor am I offering more than the time you are here. I loved the younger you and I would like to make love with the current you. I felt you stir while we danced and I know you think I am sexy. Please be with me."

She straddled me and pushed her pussy against me as she kissed me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she explored my body with her hands. My arms came up and held her. She was a much more attractive person than she was. Through my pants I could feel her heat. As my hands held her ass she moaned into our kiss.

She leaned back with a grin. "If I had gotten into your lap 15 years ago and asked you to fuck me, what would you have done?"

"In the car, after our talk or before it?"

"Hmmm, before our talk, don't tell me what you would have done after our talk; it might ruin my mental image of you."

"Before our talk I probably would have stripped off your jeans and fucked you!"

She ground herself down harder. "I always hoped that!"

She kissed me again and started unbuttoning my shirt. After my chest was bare, she took off her bra. She no longer had a teenager's breasts; they were much nicer and fuller. If she hadn't told me she had no kids I would have assumed her breasts came from a pregnancy or two. She put her breast to my face. Then she pulled back.

"Hey you aren't supposed to be here?"

I looked up and saw two people, an attractive tall blond and a much younger red head. They were both smiling and had their arms around each other.

"We just wanted to meet the man who had such an impact on you. You used to talk about him all the time." The blond said.

Ann replied. "I never should have told you who I was going out with tonight!"

The other redhead laughed. "But I won the bet. Cindy was sure you wouldn't get him near the bed. I knew better. No one tells you no!"

"This isn't a game, Lou."

"Since Ann isn't going to introduce us, I'm Cynthia, her roommate and this is Louise one of our lovers. And you are Ed, the man who kept her from going off the deep end and ending up in serious trouble."

"I can't take credit for that."

Louise responded. "The way she tells it you are a cross between a Greek god and Albert Swietzer. Hi I'm Louise, a younger version of Ann here."

She did look a lot like Ann did at 18. The same slender body, but her face was much different. "You do . . ."

"I know, Ann and Cindy tell me that all the time. I don't see it other than the hair."

"And the hips and legs."

Ann turned back to me. "You noticed my hips and legs?"

"Of course, I wasn't dead, just full of myself back then."

She laughed and turned around, putting even more pressure on my cock.

"OK, you two, out! If you aren't leaving then go to your room. I've waited for 15 years to make love with this man and I refuse to wait any longer. You can't have him!"

They laughed and made a rude comment or two as they headed to the back of the house.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's easy to see they love you. I think they came more to check me out and make sure I wasn't trying to take advantage of you than anything."

"They can be pretty protective, but the whole group is."

The door opened from the back and a very naked Cindy walked out. "Sorry I forgot something. She came over and kissed Ann, then whispered in her ear. Ann turned red and then smiled. Cindy was extremely sex blonde, very different from Ann. She was a few years older, but in excellent shape.

"Flight attendant?"

"Ex, I retired from flying and work in management now.

She leaned over Ann's shoulder and pecked me on the cheek.

"Fuck her good!"

I looked at Ann. She was grinning. "I told ya. Plus that peck on the cheek means she thinks you are OK."

"You know we should use a condom."

"Nope, unless you brought some. I don't use them. If you leave me with a medical condition I will hunt you down and kill you. I want to make love with you. I want to taste you, to have you taste me. I know I am clean and with your Boy Scout approach to life I bet you haven't had sex with someone other than your wife since you got married. 

"Not quite true."

"What?"

"About 10 years ago, during a separation."

"Wow, I would have never guessed. To bad I didn't run into you then.

"That would have been interesting."

"OK, where were we?"

"I was about to stand up and carry you to your bedroom. This room would be great, but it's a high traffic area."

"True, they might interrupt again or try and steal your cock from me."

Good as my word I stood up, her legs clamped around me and I held her by her ass. Slowly with her kissing me and giving me directions we found her room. Her huge bed was the perfect target and we hit it together.

"Oooooommmmmppppphhhhh . . . to bad you were inside me for that one."

"We can try that later. Right now I really want to taste you."

Excitedly, she wriggled up as I moved down and she opened her legs 

Her panties were a black lace, matching her bra. It was obvious she stayed in shape, runner's thighs and calves. When I laid my hand over her mound she grabbed it and pressed it tight. I rubbed gently, but she wasn't into gentle treatment and she pressed my hand harder and harder. As she got close I pulled my hand and kept hers away.

"Nooo, I was so close . . ."

"I know but I want to taste you when you cum."

In a flash she swung her legs up and the panties were launched into orbit somewhere. Then she fell back down, her pussy open to me and her hands grasping toward my head.

"So greedy!"

"You have no idea how turned on I have been since we hugged today. Dancing with you was pure hell. I wanted to slip your cock out and put it in me while we were dancing."

"I wouldn't have lasted long!"

"I know that was one of the reasons I was so turned on. I am still a cum-hound."

"And I guess I am a pussy hound because you look absolutely delicious."

With that I bent my head down and took a long lick. Her labia were wet and tasted nice and tart. Her hands found my head and pulled me tight against her pussy. She started grinding against my face and nothing I could do slowed her down. In a minute she climaxed against my face and I was rewarded with a delicious flow of her juices. 

"Oh my god! I never cum so quickly."

"So maybe you didn't orgasm."

"Oh I came alight."

"I don't think so." I licked her again making her legs go stiff. "But then I have nothing to compare it too. I'll just have to keep going until I am sure you cum."

"Oh my god!" She cried as my tongue plumbed her depths again. When her hands tried for my head I caught them and put them on her breasts. She started pulling hard at them as I tongue lashed her clit. She came again with a violent twist of her body. When she let loose there was no restraining herself. No wonder she was so incredibly popular years ago. She went into things all the way!

When she relaxed she had a dreamy smile. "I am pretty sure I came that time."

"Yea, I think so too."

"You think so?" She rose from the sheets and pushed me over to one side. She unbuttoned and pulled my pants and briefs down in one motion. Her hand held my cock and she almost seems to talk to it like it was a plant of a small cute animal.

"Oooooo here is the prize. Come on love; let's see you get all nice and hard for me."

She kissed it and slowly sucked it in her mouth. I was hard very quickly and even faster was approaching an orgasm. She knew exactly what she was doing, her mouth tight around me sucking while her hand stroked me hard looking for that fast shot of cum. I tried to control myself, but it was like losing my virginity all over again. And the les said about how long I lasted that first time the better!

I came with an explosive grunt. I saw her cheeks swell for a moment then she started sucking harder and swallowing. Her eyes glowed as she sucked me dry. She kept sucking even after I was long empty and my cock started to calm down.

She was smiling as she came up and kissed me. A little of my cum and her juices made our kiss a very slippery one. She curled up with me and we stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. I stroked her hair and she started laughing.

"What is so funny?"

"Oh I had a mental image of trying to screw in that little Hyundai you used to drive. We might have managed it then, but now? We aren't out of shape, but just the bending that might be required would be beyond us."

I stated laughing with her. 

From outside the door. "Hey if you two are laughing things must not be going well. Anyone need a hand?"

"No way Lou! If you come in here I won't spank your ass."

"Won't?" I asked.

"She likes it!"

"Oh!"

I spent a lot of time with Ann the rest of the month and met many of her non-AF friends. We parted as solid friends with no small amount of emotion. She went on with her life exactly how she always lived it, on her own terms. I did see her 5 years later.

2005

We kept in loose touch through emails and after a few company changes I found myself again at Gunter just in time for Ann's retirement ceremony. It was widely attended including her roommate and friends. She was widely respected as a professional and retired as a Senior MSgt in the AF. If you have ever been to one, they aren't overly solemn affairs, but more a combination of a roast with some of the speeches. According to the comments I heard from the audience this was about as thawed as they had ever seen her. After the speeches the dignitaries and family form a reception line and everyone usually lines up to congratulate the retiree and their family. Cindy stood with her as her close friend and it was also when I came face to face with Ann's daughter's Sepharad. 

Sephie shook my hand and with a solemnity for the ceremony and confided in me that she . . . was . . . almost . . . 5 years old. When I got to Ann in the reception line the implication of her age caught up with me. Cindy caught me as my knees went weak. She helped me to a back area behind the stage to recover.

A little while later Ann came in the back. All I could do was look at her. Then Sepharad came in holding Cindy's hand. I stared at her as she clutched her Mom's skirt, suddenly shy of me. Looking at her I saw one of my own daughters. The hair, the shape of the face, but I saw blue eyes, my eyes. I was stunned.

I knelt slowly and opened my arms. She didn't run to me, but looked at Ann. She smiled and little Sephie gave me a hug. Cindy relaxed and went back out front. I saw the tension leave her and Ann slowly relaxed. Cindy was there to protect her family that was obvious.

I looked at Ann as I help my daughter.

"How, why . . . why didn't you tell me?"

She smiled sadly. "Eddy, I wanted a baby and you were the only an whose child I wanted to have. When you showed up in 2000 I knew that it was my only chance. I know it was wrong, but you have no idea how I wanted a baby. I took you showing up as a sign!"

"You should have . . ."

"No, I couldn't. Not even once I knew I was pregnant. I told you I wasn't looking to change your life. I also know how much you love your family. I was selfish, but as you can see, she's a doll!"

Sephie looked up at me and ran back to her Mom.

"Baby, go up front to Cindy!" She kissed her and then Sephie ran through the curtain.

"OK, Ed, now I can face you. I know I was wrong. Hate me if you want, but it's not Sephie's fault. I did this! Cindy and Lou didn't know until I started showing."

"I don't hate you! I don't understand, but I don't hate you." I looked down at the floor. "I have another daughter!"

"Yes, you do and she is amazing! Smart and quick! She's my whole life!"

"Does she know?"

"No. I told her you were my friend."

"I am still lost, so now what do we do?"

"I don't know Eddy. It was wrong not to tell you. But I was being really protective. She is my daughter and I didn't want to try and share her long distance. She has me and Cindy."

"Lou?"

"Lou headed west a couple of years ago. We are still in touch but she wasn't ready for the family scene."

"So Sephie has two Moms?"

"I guess so! We don't live as lesbians, well not officially. We are a family and it works well for us. We still have a wide circle of friends and even a few AF ones."

"I hate to ask, but the Nympho stuff?"

"History! I am not wild anymore, haven't been for a long time. You were my last fling and when Sephie came and Cindy and I settled into this life, it was more than I ever thought it would be."

"So why tell me now? If Sephie hadn't been here I would have never known."

"Not telling you has been stressing me out for a long time. I decided Sephie needed to know her Dad."

"Ann, my wife is going to murder me!"

"No, I'm not!"

I jumped up and turned around and standing in the corner, near the back door was my wife. She was holding Sephie. I had to sit back down again.

"Ann came and saw me a couple of months ago. You were in England for a month."

"You knew and . . ."

"When she told me, I didn't believe it, I couldn't believe it. Then she showed me pictures of Seph and I knew it was true. I hated you for a while but Ann and Sephie spent almost the whole month with me. I got to know them and decided I didn't, no I couldn't hate them. I am still not to pleased with you, but I think I understand more than you do right now."

I sat there in a daze when my wife dropped an unexpected bomb. "But you get to tell your older daughters that they have a half-sister in Alabama and tell your Mom that she has another granddaughter!"

"OMG I was so dead!" I thought as the image of my mother and daughters ranging against me filled what was left of the brain.

Feedback always welcome!!!. I keep trying new things and new points of view. I hope you enjoy them. Let me know if they work for you or not. This is not a true story. A good friend of mine told me about an airman he knew who told him her nickname was Nympho, and the rest of the story grew from there. If 'Nympho' is out there, your old tutor says Hi!



Nympho



Either the tape was messed up, slowing down and speeding up with rhythmic distortion, or I'd started hallucinating. Either way the night was a slow movie set crawling towards the car, and nothing was as real as it once had been. I had to remind myself occasionally of the law.

"Shit! Reality! The fucking cops! Remember! Remember!" I'd been going somewhere, before, but now I was only stumbling and spilling out over the road, cruising a teenage drag and secretly jacking off looking at hot high schoolers and wishing I had one to help me out. The destination of the night was left solely to the vehicle, which roared and putted alternately, like a cruel mockery of my excited but impotent nature. I felt the car. Every cog and gear, sound and smell, and when I ran into the back of the black limousine in front of me I didn't shout "It hit my car!" I shouted "It hit me!"

Actually it didn't hit anything, I hit IT, but I got out anyway and rocked and prattled out into the dark, flinging my arms and flaring my fingers like a madman, shouting incomprehensibly just for the hell of it, dick hanging out (I forgot) and flopping for extra illustration of JUST HOW ANNOYED I WAS. Cars all around honked and yelled angrily. I was sure though, that if I could just communicate to them how I was feeling, they'd all be on my side. "What the HELL?! Driving along on the road and just looking at the window... out the window, just driving for God's sakes didn't you ever DRIVE when you were a kid take Sunday DRIVES and little trips for God's sake that's DRIVing what do you think this is Nazi Germany for Christ's sake we have RELigion and the FLAG in this country!"

All night long I'd been thinking about the nature of life and decided the only way to combat the pointlessness, though at the time the pointlessness was less a problem than an launch point and game, and creation or destruction were the only ways to come close to god, and be accepted into his Heaven. I wasn't really angry enough to hurt the passengers, but a little well meaning (they'd remember this, it would be a good story later) destruction and violence towards the car. But when I was walking up and just about to punch the black tinted window it swung open and jumped me back and out and "you fucking maniac I'm gonna sue your fucking ass off mother FUCKER small dicked drunk!..." and on and on a girl got out, not the driver, the passenger, the rich one (but she didn't look rich as much as she just looked YOUNG) and came up against my unfocused jabbering to focused if not uninformed insults. She took out a can of Mace and sprayed it promptly into my eyes!

"Ah!!!!!!! What the hell?! What the- what the fucking HELL?! WHAT THE FUCK?! AH! AH! Ouch! FUCK! FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" and it didn't take very long at all, only a couple seconds, from the moment I rear ended her for the sake of anarchy that I was nauseous and blind. I puked onto the sidewalk.

"Oh. Oh well, shit, you fucking pansy. Shit. Get in here." And an arm pulled me into the car by my crotch crawled over me, then slammed it shut. "Shut up you little baby." I felt my dick being sucked gently, going right into, further lathering up my precum and smearing it over skin, mouth going over like sucking a popsickle and on the side like eating corn on the cob. I felt myself relaxing. I could listen again.

"Skip the party tonight?" said a voice from the front.

"No. Still go." The sucking stopped momentarily, but then started up again. I was still in pain, but I could hardly protest. I kept my eyes clinched shut, pulled back and out, bouncing my dick on her face a little bit, and then getting it away, climbing onto her, I groped and found her pants. Stuck my dick at her and felt her cunt tickle wildly, in pain and a complete disregard (if not mere concept loss, memory going quickly) for any ill future or unpleasant past.

"Hey hey hey. God. Why do I get myself into this shit? Here, but this on." I felt another tugging at my cock, and then the gentle pressure of teeth, tongue diving into and then mouth holding open condom, she slipped it over me with her mouth. "Okay. I'm on top." And she climbed up on me and onto my crotch, me facing towards the front and her straddled looking out the back window, as she began to bounce energetically, not skimping on the scream, even started what seemed a little unrealistically premature, little too loudly, but for some reason I don't think it was for my benefit. The chauffeur must have been watching, but I doubt it was an extremely uncommon incident. Not for them, anyway. She didn't stop, and even after I'd come and flooded all over the leather interior she still didn't get off, I was still limp inside her, and she kissed wetly, swirling her tongue all over my face, and grinding her breasts on my work shirt (she took her top off herself- no bra). When I got hard again we were at a stop light, and pushed the door open, pushed me out so I hit my back on the concrete and tore my shirt, so when she yanked me up I it ripped completely, and when she threw me on the hood of another car I must have looked sufficiently helpless. So when she pulled a man out of another car he knew who was in charge, and when I was in the middle of a crowded intersection eating her out while she sucked another stranger's dick I didn't even think about it.

The other man did, though, and after he'd cum he jolted up and got himself together, got in the car and honked the horn like he'd never had a thing to do with it. She climbed back on me again, and now she was completely naked, she'd thrown her clothes in the street, and kissed me wide and open mouthed so the taste of a stranger's cum was the closest I'd ever come to being a gay man before I even knew it.

I heard the driver get out of the limousine and I thought the voice of reason had finally arrived to pull us out of a dangerous situation, but before I knew it there was a dry cock tearing into my ass and I knew JUST what it was like to be gay. I was more turned on and pumped the girl as hard as I could as I was pumped and we dented in the car of the man who's cum was in my mouth and we didn't stop til the cops pulled us off.

There was only one cop nearby and he had to get us off the street as fast as possible so we were all put into the backseat of a single car (except for that other guy, who'd gone innocent in the situation) and she STILL tried to fuck. I was, by then, remembering the pain of the pepper spray and the reality of the law and a horrible curiosity of what kind of foul substances I might have in my body or on my person that night, wasn't hard, but I heard her and the limo driver yelling all the way to the station. The cop didn't say a thing to them about quieting down.

We were each put in different jail cells and just as I was worrying about experiencing the ways of the homosexual again, after about an hour of incarceration, I was released on bail ("courtesy of your friend"). I still had to pay an impound fine, though, and a cross city cab ride, to boot.

I'm not sure but I think I saw the girl again, on television. Some kind of a rock star for teens, in town to play a concert. I'd heard jokes about her before but never knew a face (or body) to attach them to. Funny. She loooked so innocent in her video.



Nympho



This is the first time I'm writing after reading so many stories here. 

I'm a Chinese, age 24, 5' 7"tall with a 35-24-34 figure AND married. 

I started having sex at 17, but that's a different story. I like sex, I love sex is more like it, I can never get enough. This time I'll relate my experience with a total stranger in my house. 

It was a normal weekday and my husband has gone to work as usual. The day before that I bugged him to purchase one of those exercise machine for the home saying that since I'm a housewife and I'm bored I might as well keep myself fit. As if I'm not fit enough. Hehehe. So he agreed and one unit will be delivered in the afternoon shortly.

I was watching T. V. in the living room when the bell rings and when I answered the door I found out the exercise machine in here. The man only came alone and he's muscular I noticed and he ask whether he should leave it there or bring it in and fix it up for me. I looked at the boxes and think to myself what a stupid question. So I said bring it upstairs to the recreation room and fix it up. I open the door and stood behind watching him carry the boxes in one by one. I was thinking like this guy is so muscular, what about his...u know what!!??. 

So there I was at home in a spaghetti strap dress, low cut no bra with the hem line 2 inches below my crotch and no panty AND bored to death. He brought in all the boxes and ask me to show the way. Maybe he already noticed something I thought to myself. In my heart I was laughing "maybe if I tease him???" I started to walk up the staircase as he kneel down to pickup the boxes. I purposely look up and stride 2 steps at a time and once in a while peek just to see him looking under my dress. I stood at the top of the stairs and he just go about his business and I noticed he is always looking at my legs hehehehe the top of my legs that is. 

After he brought all the boxes up into the room he began to assemble it and I just stood there watching him. 

I asked him questions pertaining like how this works and what about that and at the same time bend down in front of him knowing he'll get a good picture of my tits. I noticed he is getting a bulge on his pants and I just ignore it. He was finishing halfway with me walking up and down the room trying my distraction then suddenly he grabbed me from behind. His left hand across my stomach and his right hand on my tit. I got a shock and I couldn't say anything. 

Then he said "I know what you are doing and I can't stand this teasing so if you want to report me later be my guest but right now I'm going to have it my way". His left hand went to my crotch and he push 1 finger inside me. " So wet already ah???" " What are u doing" I said. He pushed me down on the floor and I was like doggy style and he lift up my dress and push his finger back inside me. 

"How big is your husband!!?" " I said how big is your husband!!?" he shouted. With his thick finger inside me I was enjoying myself. "6 inches" " only 6 inches" I said. I heard him unzip and then he turn my head and point his cock at me. "Good enough for you" he said. "yes, yes" I think it is at least 9 inches of meat there. 

He was still finger fucking me and said "suck it".

I just grab the cock and suck in as much as I could. The smell, I was thinking to myself, "hmmm goood..." He grab my hair and just keep pumping my mouth for I 3-4 minutes and swooosh, my mouth floods all of a sudden. Thick, salty, pungent sperm fill my mouth. I kept it there for a while but there was so much I started swallowing even before he finish cumming. I grabbed the base of his cock and he just kept cumming and when he slows down his cock was still hard. "you love it don't you, you love sperm is it?!!?" he said. 

"yes, yes" I said looking at him. I was so good at sucking that none of his sperm escaped my mouth. "But I'm still going to fuck your pussy, you want that?!!?" he said. 

I just nod my head in approval. He lift my dress over my head. " My god, you got nothing underneath"

saying that he pushed my down lying on my back and spread my legs. 

He spread my labia and his thumb started a vibration to my clit. I immediately go into a state of convulsion, 

the best orgasm I ever had. Even before I recover he entered me with his cock, pushing it to the hilt, I felt him fill me up. " so big, so full!! ". I scream. "Yeah, all the more you like it " he said. with my legs over his shoulder and spread he kept pumping me and I kept cumming. Then he stiffen up and I realise he's going to cum. "No, no pull out please"" Not inside me, please" I said.

"Fine, then open your mouth and stick out your tongue" he scream. And with that he pull out and position his cock on my tongue. "AHHH, yeeees, yeeees!!" I was shuddering with delight and I could taste sperm on my tongue. "Swallow it all up, my slut" he said. After that we just lay there dor about half hour talking. I told him I'm not going to report him and ask him what's his name. 

"Akhbar, and I'm punjabi so my 9 inch is one of the shortest there is. Wait till you see some of my friends', if you are game. " and we started laughing. He finish assembling the machine and we exchange phone numbers and as he walk out the door he said, "Will I see you again?" 

"Of course!" I said but that's another story, right people.



Nympho Apacolypse



It had been a particularly challenging week filled with last minute shipping modifications. The annual ordering cycle signaling the beginning of the holiday season had begun. Soon overtime would be mandatory bringing bloated paychecks and exhaustion. Realizing my precious free time would soon be spent preparing for the holidays, I decided to forego my normal Friday night social activities in pursuit of one of my most endearing pastimes; photography. Although there was a high overcast draping the harbor, the air was crisp and clean providing a near perfect environment for the long exposures required to capture the city lights and shipping traffic. I quickly gathered my equipment and my heavy parka to stave off the moist winter chill. With a quick note to April, my current bed warmer, I jumped into my F-150 and into the insanity of the Friday night commute.

I had met April quite by chance when I took one of my crew to the hospital with a back injury. She was extremely helpful with the mandatory paper work, and we hit it off almost immediately. With a small, well-toned frame, small budding breasts and long fine sandy hair, I was physically drawn to her immediately. Soon, we joined our fortunes and moved into our newly purchased condo. Our sexuality was quickly tempered by our work schedules and we soon settled into a warm friendship that rivaled any either of us had previously known. At times I hungered for greater sexual spontaneity and frequency, but resigned myself to the joys we shared while embracing by the fire or under the warmth of our down comforter. Somehow we knew that our cohabitation was a precursor to a lifetime together.

It seemed like forever to reach the vacant streets surrounded by silent, towering warehouses along the waterfront. Stoically, they framed the lapping murky waves guarding their treasures silently as they watched the timeless tides ebb and flow. What tales they could tell if we could only hear them. The lights of the city sparkled in the still evening air like stars, reflected on the water like twinkling gems. Automobile lights could be seen streaking through the maze of streets across the bay pausing only for the blazing red glare of traffic lights while the amber street lights about them glowed - silent sentries chasing the darkness into obscure corners where few dared tread. It was a timeless canvas awaiting capture. My adrenaline surged as I quickly surveyed the best sites for set-up. 

Far above the cloud cover, the remnants of the Temple-Tuttle comet streaked towards the atmosphere, anxiously observed by amateur and professional astronomers across Earths' darkened hemisphere where weather permitted. Hundreds of unearthly chunks thundered through the atmosphere before exploding into a brilliant array of colors that flared briefly before turning into microcosmic dust. As in countless episodes throughout history the alien "star stuff" was pulled downward by the spinning iron core of the planet below. Guided by the winds of the jet stream, they formed a translucent cloud that circled the globe and quickly evolved into microscopic parasitic lifeforms as it drifted through the oxygen rich atmosphere. The virtually undetectable dust remained airborne by the jet stream, infusing the atmosphere with its newly created life form awaiting ingestion by the millions of unsuspecting bipedal lifeforms below.

I turned to recover my equipment and was momentarily overcome with a strange scent evoking a dizzy spell I quickly dismissed to fatigue. My head cleared almost immediately and I recounted my shooting solutions as I strode back to the truck and anxiously opened the canopy. As I turned with an armload of equipment, I spied three biker chicks silhouetted by a distant streetlight. The whites of their eyes had a blue-green glow visible despite the darkness, triggering chills up my spine and raising the hair on my neck. Knowing that showing fear served to encourage aggression, I straightened up and maintained constant eye contact with them as my mind toyed with the thought of an alien invasion.

Immediately they were upon me; a viscous kick to my abs knocked the wind from my lungs and I tumbled to the pavement gasping for breath as a black heavy set woman straddled my face and grabbed my hair. Beneath her leathers she was naked and her reeking untrimmed crotch enveloped my nose and mouth. As she began to violently ride my face she breathlessly ordered me to Suck it, white boy. Meanwhile, my garments were ripped from my torso and one of the women heavily mounted my flaccid package. I screamed into the unkempt bristle on my face and my face rider laughed evilly as she pulled my face deeper into her smothering crotch. Whoever (or whatever) mounted my crotch, was rubbing her unkempt pubis across my package unmercifully, grunting like a wild boar with each frantic thrust of her hips. There was no foreplay, just pure, uncompromising rutting. This was rape; bone jarring, skin scrapping, senseless self-serving rape.

Both active rapists were nearing their orgasms amidst the protest of the third woman who yanked the women forcefully from my torso as soon as she screamed her orgasmic ecstasy. The newcomers snatch was somewhat shaven with puffy vulva. Small bristles began scraping the skin from my cock and pubic bone as she frantically worked her hips against mine. Despite the abuse, blood somehow managed to seep into my abused cock which unexpectedly slipped into her engorged sloppy pussy while still only semi erect. She paused and hissed at the invasion, before renewing her assault as the black woman moaned her climax and rolled off my face just as the last usable oxygen escaped my lungs. Panting to clear my vision, I caught a brief glimpse of my final assailant as she wailed her orgasmic release, bathing my torso with her foul smelling ejaculate. Quickly the the three assailants rose and after arranging their remnants of clothing, disappeared into the night. 

Fog was beginning to form as I curled into a fetal position and tried to make sense of just what had transpired. The cool air was punctuated with occasional high pitched screams in the distance. Who would possibly believe that I was attacked by sex crazed biker broads – especially April. Despite the depth of our relationship, she'd be hard pressed to believe the attack was unprovoked. I groaned as I rolled into a sitting position and surveyed my surroundings and myself. Although my throbbing pelvis hurt like hell, I surmised a complete recovery was forthcoming, and set about collecting my scattered yet surprisingly undamaged equipment while reestablishing minimal modesty. As I placed the last piece of equipment in the truck bed I heard a wanton shriek and the muffled thunder of footprints nearby. I hustled towards the cab as my adrenaline surged.

Too late; a hoard of horny housewives pulled me backwards onto the pavement, and swarmed over my tortured frame. Somewhat older, and dressed in attire ranging from bathrobes to business suits, they had me disrobed in a heartbeat. One straddled my crusty cum soaked face while several others descended onto my torso roughly stimulating my exposed flesh while excitedly babbling among themselves incoherently. My abused cock was immediately engulfed in a warm, experienced mouth while my face was buried in a warm juicy snatch. Almost automatically, my tongue went into overdrive in the engorged succulent folds as my cock rose painfully only to become immediately encased in the depths of a warm experienced pussy. Two sets of hips rode me frantically, the woman riding my face quickly grunting her completion only to be immediately replaced by a plumper counterpart. Meanwhile, my cock explored the intimate depths of the blow job artist, who quickly squealed her orgasmic release only to be quickly replaced by a tighter, less experienced pussy. A third assailant now hastily straddled my sore tongue heavily as my cock was sucked completely into the tight pussy straddling my bruised thighs, literally sucking the stuffing from my two quivering gonads bouncing in time to her forceful thrusts. We screamed our release simultaneously as I spewed my seed into her quivering quim and she sprayed my torso with her essence amidst a soulful wail. 

As suddenly as it began, the assault ended – my assailants scurrying off towards the downtown area and their stunned victim laying spread eagle on the cold wet pavement thankful to be alive and drained. This was beyond weird – being attacked by sex starved self-serving nymphos on two separate occasions in a remote part of the city.

April would never accept my story, even if I had a hoard of witnesses and she was totally inebriated. Hell, I couldn't even believe it! I panted deeply despite my swollen tongue in an attempt to restore some logic to my recent encounters and strength to get out of this district. A police cruiser suddenly screeched around the corner with bling lights flashing everywhere and ordered me to get in over his speaker. I ran over to my truck stark naked and secured my equipment before quickly turning to the security of the cruiser. The momentary pause to secure my belongings sealed our fate. A mob of young co-eds was pulling the hapless cop out of the cruiser through his open window as he struggled unsuccessfully to release his sidearm. 

Several of the girls broke away from the main 'pack' and for the third time inside of less than an hour, I was flat on my back eating strange pussy while several sets of hands coaxed life into my exhausted member. The co-ed pulling my mouth to her pussy was clean shaven with a tight young body and I found myself giving her the tongue lashing of a lifetime despite my weakened condition. Somewhat slower to respond, my cock finally began to engorge amidst their frantic manual and oral stimulation, and all to soon, I felt the warm, moist sensation of a wanton pussy sliding down it's length. With enthusiasm added to desperation, they used me like a disposable dollar-store dildo until I faded into senselessness. 

I awoke sometime later shivering in my nakedness, and slowly observed the dreary surroundings. The prone form of my would be rescuer laid lifeless a few yards from the cruiser, his crumpled clothing spread over the street intermixed with my own. Struggling to my feet, I staggered over to his motionless form and dragged him over to his cruiser gently, ever mindful of the myriad of bruises covering his torso. Once secured in the passenger seat, I covered him with a blanket from the back seat and stumbled over to the driver seat grateful to find the keys still in the ignition. The cruiser started with a roar and after a few seconds of fumbling with a myriad of switches, I secured the lights and kicked the heater on full. As I threw the cruiser into gear, he groaned. 

"Where to, Chief," I queried as I rolled towards the intersection.

He struggled to open his eyes, and after getting his bearings muttered: "Farragut and 5th- there's an evac station there."

I mashed the foot feed; we surged around the corner and thundered down the waterfront, swerving wildly to avoid packs of women raping there hapless victims. It was akin to a horror scene from a zombie movie I'd once seen; but the zombies were now women with all their virtues keenly tuned to capture and copulate. My companion started recovering with a groan, and reached for the radio before turning to me.

"Patrolman Jake Strom," he offered weakly; "Thanks for getting' me out of harm's way."

"Martin," I replied with a broken smile. "Any idea what's going on?"

"Pure chaos – I hear the malady is universal; all International, Federal, State and Local offices are offline; the President ordered deployment of the National Guard just before his communications broke down." Jake bit his lit pensively as he continued to tune the shortwave. "No idea of the source; we're assuming it's terrorist activity, although it doesn't quite match their known profiles – damn, seems like HQ is offline now."

"I'm thinking more along the lines of an infestation – seems unlikely a terrorist group could coordinate an attack of this magnitude." I swerved violently to avoid several more cloisters of attacking nymphos. "What's the plan?"

"Primarily, focus is on preserving our infrastructure before utilizing non-lethal deterrents to lock them up until we can eliminate the cause."

"We're talking about 50% of the population – that will take a monumental effort when we consider issues like sustenance, security, and childcare just to name a few." Screeching tires, I swung onto 5th and after a few blocks came to a screeching halt when a tattered soldier careened into the cruiser. Jake threw the back door open and he dove in as a pack of wild eyed women appeared in pursuit. I pulled a panic 180 and sped back towards the waterfront as the rear door slammed shut unassisted.

"Them horny bitches breached the evac center," he exclaimed breathlessly. I barely made it outta there!"

"How many," Jake inquired incredulously.

"Don't know – too many!"

"Where's the closest secure location," I asked as my heart leaped into my throat.

"Probably the Naval Base," Jake blurted with a fear tempered voice. The base was a good two-hour drive through several rural communities surely controlled by hoards of sex-starved nymphos. I eased the cruiser into an obscure driveway, killed the external lights, and threw the gear shift into park.

"Look," I began abruptly, "This isn't working - a military solution isn't necessarily the answer and the idea of being a fugitive until a workable solution can be found, if ever, is out of the question"

"So what do you suggest," Jake queried.

I paused momentarily before I spoke; "I suggest we work with the 'enemy.' It may take a whole heap of understanding and compromise, but it's the shortest means of attaining a working solution."

"Aw man, you gotta be crazy," the soldier blurted.

"Listen up," I snapped, "I have the deepest respect for our men in uniform - I was a military man once myself! But, the basis for my devotion was predicated on my familial values which are now seriously threatened. Look at the 'enemy;' mindless nymphomaniacs compelled to screw anything with a cock. Geez, I can't even imagine the conflicts they must be experiencing, torn between their mindless sexual drive and the values they've known all their lives. They can't continue this way; physiologically they're doomed to exhaustion and psychologically, they're, well. . .

"Then we hide out until they self destruct," the soldier volunteered.

"Who was there to feed you, care for you when you had no one else to turn to?"

"I see where your headed," Jake acknowledged, "How do we thwart their sexual assaults?"

"Jake, I don't think we can. Actually, we must employ whatever self-preservation techniques required and view are sacrifices as a means to the end. How many times have they opened their legs for us when they would have preferred an intelligent conversation or a warm bath in rose petals. We've been thrown into their position now, and actually it could be much worse – I've never been able to satisfy more than two women a night!"

"I'd have a tough time imagining the opportunities I missed," Jake quipped thoughtfully.

"Geez. . .I'm outta here – I ain't going to be no man whore," the soldier exclaimed as he jumped out the door and disappeared into the night. A few moments later, we heard a high pitched male screaming just beyond our visual range.

"Want to go rescue him, Officer?"

"One rescue per person per day is my limit, and methinks he needs a piece of humble pie. Let me take you to your rig before I get home and check on my young ones."

We traded places and he guided the cruiser the short distance to where we first met. On the way I confessed I'd always wanted to drive a cruiser and he admitted he was on the verge of heading home when he found me. He handed me a card with his name and cell phone number. We got to my rig and I fished my spare key from the right wheel fender well and held it up for Jake to see. He gave me a thumbs up and roared off into the darkness. I fired up my trusty F-150 and made tracks towards the Hospital where I figured April would be. Winding my way through the human obstacles like a man possessed, I sped deeper into the heart of the city with my adrenaline pumping wildly. Somehow, I finally made it to the parking lot before a pair of nurses breached my side window and had their way with me. I didn't resist until the blond size queen bit my cock too hard. I brought me knee up sharply into her chest damn near knocking the wind from her before they both executed a hasty egress in search of a more domicile victim.

Sprinting through ER ever mindful of those around me, I found my way to the stairs and raced to the top floor intent on working my way down through the wards until I found my lady. In the geriatric ward I paused to pull a young nymph off of an elderly male cancer patient who was mere moments away from his maker. Further down the hall I wheeled a comatose patient away from a swarming hoard only to be victimized in his place. As I lay in a fetal position on the sterile white floor still clinging to the wheelchair strut, I heard the sound of an angel crying. April had found me!

She covered my prone form with her petite body for protection and covered my face with grateful kisses. As the hoard dispersed, she began fumbling with the front of my pants with unbridled urgency. I absently assisted her, savoring her warm embrace and her familiar sighs. As her matted vaginal lips brushed against my cock, it sprang to life with familiarity and sought the unique silky folds that had milked the life from its depths on countless prior occasions. I stretched out beneath her and focused on her orgasmic beauty as she rode me with a passion that had remained repressed until now. April was now hyper sensitive and responded with a series of explosive orgasms with the slightest stimulation to her erogenous zones. When I finally erupted within her fluttering pussy, she shrieked and collapsed on me. We locked lips as her tears dropped on my cheeks. As her post orgasmic spasms subsided, I rolled over and began a series of rapid fire questions.

"April, your the best - What's going on?"

"Oh Marty, I'm so sorry – I'm constantly aroused; after orgasms, my arousal subsides for one or two hours before the need becomes overwhelming again."

"Artificial stimulation help?"

"Unfulfilling."

"Source and tenure?"

"It's like an infection, we think – and we've exhausted our pharmacy on blind antibiotic trials. Nothing in our inventory has any effect. It remains undiminished after countless encounters, and I fear it's a permanent part of my personality. I love you Marty but I don't know what to do!"

"April, " I began carefully, "Our species has survived countless generations by adaptation. If this infestation is permanent, we'll do what is necessary to insure our survival and move on. This isn't your choice. My concerns center around your health – not social stereotyping. I only wish my assailants demonstrated less aggressive social skills – most men prefer one partner at a time compared to a hoard!" We both laughed nervously. "This institution will soon be swamped with exhausted women and abused men. We best get prepared. I'm going to round up some male volunteers for supply and continuity and ask if you could use your organization skills to prepare this location for the onslaught."

April nodded her consent as her hand slithered down my torso and onto my cock. A flicker of blue green flashed in the whites of her eyes. She studied my package intently before quickly rising only to return with some antibiotic creme and gauze bandages. Pushing me gently to the floor, she massaged the cream on my chaffed torso and mangled cock before bandaging several minor contusions. Tears formed in her eyes as she surveyed and caressed the abused appendage. To our amazement, my cock stirred and began to engorge. Throwing the bottles off to the side, she lifted her tattered skirt and climbed over my thighs before I could mount a protest. Our genital contact immediately triggered a series of orgasms that kept her body twitching continuously. I continued to slowly thrust, maintaining clitoris-to-cock contact while reveling in the warmth we shared and the relief from a lifetime of anticipated frustration.




Nympho Apacolypse



Suddenly three nurses burst in and shrieked at the scene unfolding before them. As they began to frantically disrobe, I eased the shuddering carcass of April onto her side and quickly rose to my feet.

"Hey," I barked with the most authoritative voice I could muster, "We have work to do! I need one of you to get down to the cafeteria and get it ready for a shitload of hungry people; I need another one of you to get to the Pharmacy and run an inventory with special attention focused on vitamins and emergency medical supplies; and I need the third to get down to ER and start organizing berths for an influx of victims of both genders. Spread the word and get it done - any questions; April is your girl!." 

April slowly stumbled to her feet and brushed her honey hair from her face weakly with an appreciated smile. I gave her a reassuring hug and pushed past the three stunned nurses. After several close escapes, I reached my truck and sped off to raid the local markets for whatever supplies I thought we would need. It was like a scavenger hunt with sexual frustrated obstacles at every turn. Miraculously, my cell phone survived and I called Jake who was in the throes of organizing several task groups to maintain our infrastructure. It seemed to us both that leadership was the only element missing to restore the community. He dispatched several volunteers with medical backgrounds to the hospital and wished me luck as I echoed his encouragement and relayed my gratitude. 

As I switched off the phone, I spied a frail granny rutting my leg as if her life depended on it. I stroked her thinning white hair until she fell away from me, satiated, then raided the linens section for a heavy comforter and a down pillow. Ever so gently, I placed the pillow under her head and covered her frail body with the comforter. I wheeled the filled shopping cart out to the truck, almost colliding with two bare foot middle aged housewife types making their way resignedly down the sidewalk - no apparent threat here! I asked them where they lived and ordered them to get in the cab. Once loaded, I joined my two waifs and roared off towards the hospital. The girl closest to me slowly reached over and squeezed my package several times tenderly before her head dropped on my shoulder and she dozed. The fatigue I'd anticipated had arrived with a whisper.

Six months have passed since the onset of sexual equality and life has evolved to a new normal. The virile bacteria was finally identified by the CDC as extra terrestrial in origin. These simple cosmic parasites bond and reproduce so effectively that the only potential "cures" are fatal to their hosts. With sufficient vitamins and hormones, the male population keeps their feminine counterparts satisfied emotionally while support groups and singles clubs have sprung up everywhere filling the sexual voids. April is now my legal wife and she fills every waking moment with joy and hope. Jake, now a loyal friend, came over the other night and after sharing our wives we shared a beer allowing our genitals a much deserved respite. Our mates soon joined us and we engaged in a philosophical conversation while two of Jake's kids played at our feet. We all decided that despite the fearsome onset and annoying disruptions to our daily routines, the nympho apocalypse was actually a blessing.



Nympho Club Slut



The first thing I felt was a gentle breeze drifting in through the window. Still half asleep, I knew I was naked under the sheet and so was the girl sleeping next to me, one arm across her body resting on my chest. I cracked an eye against the bright sunlight streaming into the bedroom and glanced over at the clock. It was already past noon. I sighed, closing my eyes and she stirred against me, her hand moving down along my stomach. Memories of the previous night came back, almost like trying to remember a dream, but with the girl beside me I knew it was all real.

At ten o'clock last night I was attending a fundraiser for the local arts community in the upstairs banquet room of a trendy club about a block away from my condo. Being the middle of summer it was a fairly casual affair. As usual, I was the sharpest dressed man there, wearing a gray checked Italian linen suit, white shirt with black tie, and a pair of black Bexley shoes. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror and liked what I saw: My hair is fairly long, almost touching my shoulders, blue eyes, six foot two and just under two hundred pounds, in top shape from three to five times a week at the gym. My lifestyle flows naturally from my profession, I'm a haberdasher, so not only do I need to look the part, I need to live it.

Back in the party I made a circuit through the small crowd but it didn't seem like there were any single ladies. One of my clients had invited me to the fundraiser, he's a lawyer, his wife is involved with the art group, but the art was kind of hideous in my opinion. Big, wall sized canvases with smears of bright, primary colors crossed by darker scribbles and lines, it looked like kindergarten stuff on a grand scale. Maybe that was the point and I was happy to donate to the cause but I wouldn't be buying anything. The party was fine, however, I was drinking champagne, the hors d'oeuvres were top notch and I was having a good enough time that when everything shut down I thanked my hosts and stopped downstairs for another drink. 

Now the club part was going all out, thumping music, strobe lights and colored lights flashing, a packed dance floor full of jumping and grinding partiers. It's totally not my kind of scene, but there were plenty of young ladies dressed in what I like to call modern slut gear and I was enjoying the scenery just fine. I went to the bar and ordered a Scotch, dropping a twenty and waited, turning to take in the sights. Before the bartender returned the crowd seemed to part as I looked onto the dance floor and a tall redheaded beauty appeared.

She wore a tight purple dress that stopped halfway to her knees and black shoes with heels, only a few inches shorter than me. Our eyes caught as she walked right towards the empty space at the bar next to me. I drank in the beautiful dark red hair, the color of fine wine, flowing past her shoulders and down her back, deep blue eyes, a small rounded nose and thick red lips. I put her at five foot nine, no more than a hundred fifteen pounds, small boobs with a bit of cleavage courtesy of push-up bra. Her bare arms were tanned and freckled, delicately toned so I knew she worked that body in a gym. She smiled and I saw two perfect rows of gleaming white teeth. 

"Thirsty?" I flashed her a grin and took half a step to the side so she could join me at the bar. 

"Sure am," she shook her mane of hair and looked me up and down. "What are you, the owner?" she asked, batting those blue eyes at me. As far as I could tell in the darkness of the club she didn't have a lot of makeup on, just enough to accent the eyes, a natural beauty.

"Nah, I'm his spoiled nephew," She laughed, squeezing my arm. I nodded to the bartender who had returned with my Scotch and she ordered a Martini. "Interesting choice."

"I'm not the fruity drink type of girl," she offered me her hand, "Melanie."

"Thomas," I held her hand without squeezing, waiting until it was almost awkward and said, "So, Melanie, did you know you're having the most fun of any girl here tonight?"

"Am I? Hmmm," she made no move to pull her hand from mine, a very good sign, and I finally released her as the bartender returned with her drink. I threw another twenty down and told the bartender to keep it.

"Maybe you just don't know it yet," I raised my glass and we toasted. She took a healthy sip of Martini and I of Scotch. The club seemed to fade into the background behind us, we stood side by side at the bar, so close are arms were rubbing. We got to know each other, less with words and more with body language. I flipped her hair playfully, asked what color she was naturally, joked that I didn't believe her when she said that was her natural color. The connection between us was palpable, even the people around us could see something was going to happen. I thought she was a perfect specimen, maybe it was all the colors working on me, the red hair, the blue eyes, that purple dress, her tan freckly skin. Whatever it was, she was as intoxicating as the Scotch.

By the time our drinks were almost done we were on the same wavelength, laughing together, touching each other in small ways. "Listen Melanie, this is such a wonderful opportunity we've been given here. Let's not ruin things."

"What do you mean?" she cocked her head, looping her arm through mine as if to prevent me from leaving.

I looked deep into her eyes, allowing the growing lust I felt for her to show. "I'm going to take you on to the dance floor now and we are going to dance like it's the first time."

"It is the first time, silly," she mock-slapped at my chest, her hand lingering there.

I grabbed her other hand in mine and pulled her close, then whispered in her ear, "And after we dance we're going back to my condo around the corner and we're going to drink champagne and make love until the sun comes up." I nuzzled her neck, brushing my lips across that smooth skin, inhaling her scent. Then I moved up and planted a soft kiss on those red lips. Her eyes were closed, she began to open her mouth and I moved back. "Come on," I smiled, pulling her towards the dance floor.

The music didn't matter, or the crowd either, we might as well have been alone. A space cleared out around the two of us as we danced and spun and ground our bodies against each other to the furious techno pace. She would jump up, run her hands down my body, dropping almost to her knees, pawing at my pants, her face at waist level. I grabbed her hands, yanking her up, running my own hands down her back and across her ass, twirling her around so she could back that flat ass up and grind it against my crotch. I wrapped my arms around the front of her as the song ended and the crowd cheered, heat pouring off of us. "Let's go," I whispered in her ear.

We walked hand in hand off the dance floor, through the club, out into the hot summer night. I took her by the arm and we set off down the block, around the corner and across the street to my building, a high rise condo of dark metal and glass rising thirty-five floors over downtown. "Cool building," she said as we went in and took the waiting elevator.

I couldn't resist pulling here in for a kiss. She held me by the shoulders, my hands on her hips, our mouths hungry, tongues tasting each other. I cut it short and just held on as she laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. The elevator pinged, stopping at the twenty-seventh floor and I lead her to the corner unit. It's not the fanciest condo in the building but it is big, floor to ceiling windows all around, a large open living room between the porch and kitchen, two bedrooms and a master bathroom down the hall.

I told her where the champagne glasses were and she grabbed two as I popped a four hundred dollar bottle of Krug 1990. We went out on the small patio and took in the view, from the bright city lights up to the pitch black sky spotted with brilliant white stars. "Wow, I've never seen the city like this," she said.

"Welcome to my backyard." I sipped my champagne, bubbly and dry, but it was her I wanted to taste. We sat down on the narrow sofa, wrapping our arms together, just listening to the sounds of the night wafting up from the street below and down from the stars above. I stroked her soft hair, felt her breathing against me, our heartbeats synchronizing. The moment stretched out, both of us feeling the tension grow more unbearable as the seconds ticked away.

Without a word, we put our glasses down and turned into each other, for real this time. I kissed my way up the side of her throat to her mouth, my hands squeezing her shoulders, running up and down her arms as her silky red hair brushed my face. Her hands rubbed my chest, undid my tie, started undoing the buttons of my shirt. I slid the shoulder straps of her dress down, she slipped her hands through the openings, letting the dress fall to her waist, exposing a black lace bra. She was lifting my shirt out of my pants, helping me shrug it off and I reached behind, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside.

Melanie moaned into my mouth as I took first one and then the other nipple in my fingers, tugging them gently, cupping and squeezing her soft little titties. "Mmm, keep doing that," she told me. I couldn't believe how hard those little buttons were. She squirmed, trying to undo my pants but couldn't concentrate. I lowered my head to suck on one nipple and she drew in a ragged breath. "Oh my God!"

I took that as my cue to switch, sucking the other one and sliding a hand down the side of her leg then back up her thigh. Her panty covered pussy felt hot and with just the touch of my fingers through the satiny material she bucked against me, crying out and collapsing against me. "Wow," I moved to hold her again, letting her calm down. I couldn't believe she had an orgasm so fast. "That didn't take long."

"I know," Melanie breathed hard, "I cum easy."

"I see," I grinned, knowing the possibilities with this nympho were probably endless. And if not endless, they would surely be exhausting.

Melanie stood up, yanked the hem of her dress up high on her hips and reached down, stepping free of her panties. I ogled her thin, tight body, licking my lips and shifted forward, slipping my pants and boxers down my legs. She knelt in front of me, reaching for my cock, taking it in her soft little hands and cooing gently. She made a half dozen baby kisses all over, lightly flicking her tongue, teasing me deliciously. It was my turn to moan and she looked up into my eyes with a smile, shook her long hair to one side and slipped me into her mouth, using more pressure than I'd ever felt before, cheeks sucked all the way in as she worked up and down.

Her mouth felt exquisite, like satin, and a loud groan escaped from my mouth as I struggled to take a breath. I reached out and grabbed her hair, bunching it together, holding it in one hand while my other hand caressed and guided her face. She had a wonderful technique, sucking my cock all the way down then coming back up to the top and ravishing the sensitive head with her lips and tongue. With one hand steadying my cock while she sucked, her free hand moved to fondle my balls, cupping and releasing, softly tickling, holding them firm, tugging at my sack. She began sucking in earnest, head bobbing and I was amazed how incredible it felt.

Normally it takes a lot to make me cum from just a blow job, but this wasn't just any blow job. I was so turned on and her mouth was generating such an amazing amount of pressure on my cock it was a complete surprise when I felt the point of no return approaching fast. "I'm gonna cum," I warned her, leaning back on the sofa, breathing deep, fighting the urge to clamp down on her head and pump my cock down her throat. Her grip tightened on my balls, forcing another loud moan from me and then there was no holding back, I was shooting into her mouth. She sucked even harder and through the waves of pleasure I could feel her tongue raking the head of my spurting cock, her lips squeezing and sucking my cum straight out and not stopping.

"Oh My God!" My hands dropped to my sides, body shuddering as my orgasm ripped through me and she continued milking me into her mouth. I tried to pull away from her, the sensation more than I could handle but she held me in place, torturing me like I'd never felt after blowing a load. 

I don't know how long she kept that mouth clamped on to me, thank God I was sitting down because I would have fallen over otherwise. When she was finally finished all my cum had made it down her throat, except for a tiny dribble she licked into the corner of her mouth. "Huh," she looked up at me with a naughty smile, kissing the head of my cock, "That didn't take long."

I laughed, "You got me there." Was it the best blowjob ever? It was damn good, and definitely the fastest. I still couldn't move so she went inside, naked but for the dress bunched around her waist, and returned with the champagne bottle, refilling our glasses. I finally regained enough composure to kick my pants and boxers the rest of the way off.

Melanie curled up in my lap, kissing the corner of my mouth and we rested, sipping our champagne. She lit a cigarette, breathing the smoke in and out, holding it to my lips to give me a few drags. We spoke in contented sighs for awhile, holding each other out in the hot night and my free hand worked down her stomach and between her thighs. It was the perfect buzz of champagne, sex, and smoke and I felt like I could do anything with this precious creature snuggled in my arms. 

We lay there smoldering together until I finished my champagne. I stood, lifting her with me, carrying her inside, through the living room, down the hall into the bedroom. It was a queen sized bed, dark silk sheets, pillows piled high at the head. I laid her down on the edge and we started kissing again. I needed that pussy in my mouth as soon as possible. I worked my way down her body, pulling the little purple dress all the way off as I went. 

I breathed in her sweet scent, gazing at her hairless mound, two tiny pink lips barely peaking out from that tiny slit. Melanie spread her legs and I started licking my way up her soft thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her snatch. She smelled delicious as I worked my mouth all around those tender lips, giving her soft, light flicks with my tongue, sending jolts through her body. I moved over and started up the other thigh and she groaned.

I kept teasing, dragging my fingertips up and down her legs, across her pubic mound and stomach. The heat from her pussy kept getting hotter, her juices flowing and I finally attacked her clit, drawing it into my mouth, swirling it around, grazing it with the edge of my teeth. She bucked on the bed, clamping her hands on the sides of my head, fingers running roughly through my hair as I sucked her, alternating between hard and light, punishing that little clit. I reached one hand up and latched onto a tit, tweaking the nipple between my fingers and that pushed her right over the edge.

"Ahhhhh..... God...... Yes!" she screamed, thrashing hard, trying to push herself further into my mouth. I kept sucking, twiddling and tugging her nipple, then slowly slipped two fingers inside her pussy. She was molten hot, soaking my hand, and I set up an insane rhythm on those three points, working my digits inside her pussy, my mouth on her clit, and my hand pawing away at her nipple. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God," she gasped over and over, insane with pleasure. I glanced up to see her eyes shut tight, mouth open as she succumbed to my insistent ministrations. I kept at her, starting to get a little crazy myself, the sweet taste of her gushing pussy driving me wild, but told myself to concentrate, keep working her. I started going faster, harder, and she was crying out unintelligible words, bucking against me. It felt amazing, knowing she was fully under my control, cumming over and over again.

My tongue and lips were tiring, but I refused to stop. She sounded like a banshee, one long constant moan until she couldn't stand another second. "AHHHH! STOP!" she cried, pushing me away and rolling onto her side. "Oh my God!" her eyes were shut, legs clamped together, quivering uncontrollably. "I'm still cumming," she moaned.

I watched as she shivered in pleasure, my cock hard as a rock as I jerked it in my hand. I let her catch her breath for thirty seconds before grabbing her by the ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed and placing those smooth long legs up over my shoulders. The bed was the perfect height for me to stand while I positioned my cock. She grabbed it, pushing my hand away, rubbing me up and down against her wet pussy, driving me mad but I let her go at her own pace. "You gonna fuck me good?" she asked as she squeezed my cock, making sure I was as hard as possible.

"Uh-huh," I said, staring into her wanton eyes, "I'm gonna make you cum for me." With that she groaned and slid me inside her sweet entrance. She was so tight and I started gently pushing my cock into her pussy. I grabbed her by the back of her knees, spread her legs wide, holding them in the air as I worked myself into her a little at a time, her juices lubricating me perfectly. I had plenty of rubbers in the nightstand by the bed but there was no way I was going to waste any time on that, I wanted to feel her on my bare cock and that was all there was to it. 

"It's big," she cooed, watching my cock slowly slide all the way into her. I kept pushing, flexing my cock, then pulled all the way back out, leaving just the tip inside. She shuddered and I drew myself together, trying to concentrate. My plan was to fuck her good and hard and long, and if I didn't pace myself I would blow it way too soon.

"Please, fuck me," Melanie whispered, arching her back up to meet my steady thrusts as I picked up the pace just a little. At the end of each stroke I pumped as hard as I could, our skin slapping together as I flexed my hips. Make it last, I told myself, but it was already becoming difficult to hold back. Within a few minutes I was pounding harder and she was doing the banshee moaning again, her eyes shutting tight then opening, head lolling back and forth then jerking up to watch my cock slam into her pussy. Her face twisted in sheer delight, her squeals of pleasure urging me on faster.

"You're my little nympho, aren't you?" I growled, slowing my pace. I released her legs and leaned down to kiss her. She wrapped them tight around my back, and we rocked together, breathing into each others mouth. 

"You're making me cum so good," she whimpered, raking her fingers across my back, making me squirm. "Keep fucking me!" 

My cock felt like heaven inside her, I couldn't believe how tight she was, it made me that much harder, but with every stroke I was losing control. I rolled her over so I was on the bed now with her on top of me. I hugged her against me and we ground together, almost like on the dance floor before, but this time for real. Then she sat up, hands on my chest, raising herself up, shifting her knees forward and crouching on her feet, never letting my cock slip from her.

I grabbed onto her ankles as she balanced herself and I couldn't have gotten any deeper penetration inside of her. She looked down at me with an intent look and started bouncing, each thrust down onto me harder than the last, moving faster and faster until she was pounding against me, skin slapping together. I could barely breathe, she was fucking me so hard, harder than anything I could remember.

I lay there helpless, moaning and groaning, letting her pound against me as I watched her thin body move, her little titties bouncing wildly. "AAAAH!" She screamed with a final plunge, collapsing to her knees, unable to balance anymore as her continuous orgasm became too intense. I flexed my cock inside her and Melanie's pussy responded, contracting against me. Another two strokes and I would have unloaded inside her. I have no idea how I didn't blow already, it was a true challenge, I just knew I needed to keep making her cum.




Nympho Club Slut



We lay in a tangled mess, her breathing returning to normal, still squeezing my cock with her pussy. Her lips found mine and we kissed, lazy and sloppy. "Mmmm," she moaned into my mouth then suddenly rolled off of me onto her hands and knees. She gathered pillows to support herself, "Come on," she ordered, "You need to to keep fucking me." I crawled in behind, marveling at her gravity defying ass suspended in the air before me.

"That looks delicious," I said and my hands moved on their own, pawing those gorgeous globes, jiggling her ass one way then another, running my fingers up and down her sweet crack. Her pussy was still red hot and juicy. I surprised her with a quick hard slap to one shapely cheek, grabbing a handful and releasing. 

"OH!" she bucked in response and I slapped her again even harder. I grabbed my cock and shoved it all the way inside her, smacking her ass at the same time. She pushed back against me and I began pumping, grabbing her hips, not even bothering with a slow buildup, my balls slapping against her clit. I started fucking her as hard as I could, faster and faster, hammering away, knowing this would not last very long at all.

Melanie tried to stay squatted in position but my thrusts were too insistent, too powerful and I pushed her down onto the pillows until she was almost flat on her stomach. She turned her head to the side, moaning and crying out, unable to control herself. I reached down and grabbed her by the hair. "Aaah!" she cried out as I twisted a bunch together and yanked her head back, leaning forward to tongue kiss her from the side. Her eyes were shut, her body a quivering mass, she was lost in the throes of another long orgasm and I was right there beside her.

My cock was on fire, I couldn't hold out any longer. "You want some cum, baby?" I groaned, letting go of her hair and just pounding against her. The feel of her ass bouncing against me was exquisite.

"Yes!" she looked at me over her shoulder, "Cum in my fucking mouth! " I slammed into her as hard as I could one more time, roaring as I pulled out. Melanie scooted around, her hand grasping my cock as she lowered her mouth and sucked me right in. I exploded, deep down her throat, unable to concentrate, struggling to keep my eyes open so I could watch her beautiful face as she brought me the ultimate pleasure. She took it all, lips clamped down tight, tongue swirling around my cock head. I shuddered, almost falling over, using her shoulders to keep my balance.

She pulled back, letting my cock pop audibly from her mouth, licking and smacking her lips. "Mmmm, we taste so good together," she giggled, sucking me back in hard, draining every last drop of cum. I collapsed on the bed beside her and she kept on sucking, tickling my sensitive balls, my cock like a wilting pacifier in her mouth and she just held it, letting it shrink between her lips.

"Oh my God," I finally said, "That was amazing!" Melanie hummed her approval against my dwindling cock still in her mouth. Finally she let me go, moving up to snuggle while we caught our breaths, lazily running our hands over each others bodies.

"Mmmm," Melanie sighed, licking her lips, "You made me cum so hard." 

"We're just getting started, baby," I kissed her forehead. A few minutes more and I felt sufficiently recovered enough to go get the champagne and glasses. She was under the covers when I returned and I joined her. We sat up, drained but not exhausted, laughing and recharging for what was sure to be several more rounds of intense pleasure before the sun came up. 

And now it was afternoon. How many times had I cum last night? I counted five total, each one in her mouth, though the last was barely a trickle, all very powerful. Melanie had said she stopped counting at twenty-five orgasms, she must have had double the amount. What a fucking nympho, I thought. We had done almost everything twice last night, except anal, although I remembered burying a fingers into her tight butthole at one point and she loved it. 

Thinking of it all started the blood flowing to my cock and I felt it hardening. I turned slightly against her, letting my cock brush against the smooth skin of her leg. I pushed it against her, slowly dry humping, just enough to keep me excited. She stirred and I don't know if it was sleep instinct or not, but her hand slid down to grip my cock and rub gently. She held me for awhile before opening her eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight and I watched her beautiful face as she remembered the pleasure of our evening.

"Hi there," Melanie purred, "Look who's up." She twisted onto her side, facing away from me, gripping my cock harder as she rubbed it against her ass cheeks and then her wet pussy lips. I shifted with her, grasping the back of her leg and raising it up, my other hand reaching under and around, cupping her tit in my hand, my head resting beside hers. She pushed me inside her pussy, groaning softly as we spooned, working together. I pinched and tugged at her nipple and her pussy instantly started contracting around my cock. 

"Now this is how to start the day off," I whispered into her ear. She moaned in agreement and our pleasure began all over again.



Nympho Mom



Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist's office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She'd made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that'd she'd be home by six o' clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany's long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders.

Tiffany's honey brown skin shone in the room's light. She wore a snug, white tank top with an obscenely short denim skirt. As a final touch, she wore gold, four-inch heels that gave her calves a sexy look as this was her 'clean' look after having fucked another random John-Doe that wasn't her husband not that her husband cared. He was never around since Michael's, working at the office because making money was more important than his family.

He'd missed many of Michael's important moments in life as a man; the sex talk, his first girlfriend, and so many of his basketball games. It had become so commonplace for the husband and father not to be there that she along with Michael weren't even banking on him coming to his son's high school graduation. But her husband's constant absence wasn't why she was sleeping around. Tiffany was sick—sick with nymphomania. 

S-E-X...Tiffany couldn't get enough. Ever since her first time, sex became a major part of her life. Having an orgasm was high that nothing else could compare to. She masturbated every morning as she woke up, had encounters with random men and women, and watched porn even after having slept with her husband. She was a smart addict though as she always carried protection and made her lovers' use it.

Tiffany let out a sigh and sat down in front of the therapist, who asked, "Hello there, Ma'am. I'm Dr. Cox. How are you today?"

"My name's Tiffany and I'm not good, Doc. I'm gonna cut to the chase and tell you that I'm having an affair."

Dr. Cox held in his shock as he wasn't excepting this to come out of her mouth. "Well, why don't you tell me how it all began?"

Tiffany opened her mouth and began bullshitting the doctor. It was true that she was having an affair, but she made up some random name for the guy, how they met and all. Dr. Cox hung on every word as she told a convincing tale. Tiffany spoke with passion as she spoke of her lover, but the good doctor would never know she was actually talking about the son she birthed nineteen years old. She'd never tell a soul that she was sleeping with her son, Michael.

***** 

Nineteen year old, Michael Dawson sat in the living room of his home on the couch with a plate of Shrimp Alfredo and a raging hard-on. When his Momma got home...she was definitely in for a dick down. Michael laughed out loud, thinking back to before sex came into his life. It was so dull and boring. Before sex he was so shy, now after sex he was outgoing and wild. Michael had been a late bloomer and he had a hard time with puberty and the sexual changes that came with it. Without his father around and Tiffany staying away from sex topics because of her inner demons (unknown to him), puberty and his sex life was pure hell. It was hell because Michael struggled with the same demon as his mother—sex addiction.

Michael had dark chocolate skin while he stood at 6'3" and was 230lbs with short clean cut black hair, light brown eyes, and thick, ripped muscles while a large dark tribal tattoo (in homage to his father's Native American heritage) covered his right arm to his right breast. The sexy specimen he was along with his 11 inch dick, he had all the sex partners he could for ask for as he popular and since he was bi, there was enough pussy eat and fuck with the ladies and enough niggas to suck his dick before taking it up their ass. Fucking was all well and good for Michael, but what got him off the most was listening to his parents have sex. 

The apartment they lived in wasn't big and the walls were a little thin, so at first, the muffled sounds were enough, but soon Michael found himself outside his parents' bedroom, beating his meat. Well, that only when his Dad was around. He hadn't had his kick off listening in such a long time. Hell, he didn't even need it, after the new kick in his life—fucking his mother. It was nasty, dirty, but it felt too good.

Putting his plate of food down, Michael's hand found the inside of his pants, rubbing on his cock to the memory of the first time he and his mother fucked.

***** 

It was a dark and stormy night with lightening striking the sky. Heavy rain pelted the windows of the apartment as Tiffany lay in bed, playing with my kitty, wishing she had a dick in her. Her husband was working overnight and it was too late call a John-Doe for a nightcap. When Tiffany's nymphomaniac urges called, all reason went out the window. There was a dick nearby and she just had to have it...even if it was connected to her son. And the fact that it was two in the morning didn't matter either.

Tiffany stripped down to her birthday suit and made a beeline for Michael's room. She found him sleeping soundly in a wife-beater and boxer briefs, his long, thick manhood prominently showing. Her hand reached out slowly for his bulge, caressing it gently. Her pussy began to moisten as he moaned in his sleep. Michael grew harder in his sleep, but just as he was about to cum, Tiffany stopped causing him to wake up. Michael sat up slowly. "Mom?"

"Yeah, what's up, baby?" Tiffany asked with a sexiness Michael had never heard from any female before. "We've talked about sex, sweetie, so I know you're fucking, but with all those girls around you at your games...you must a lot of goods down there, huh?"

Tiffany crawled into Michael's bed beside him and pulled his briefs down, commencing to stroke his manhood. She caressed his piece, not letting him cum.

"Yeah, by the looks of you...you got goods, baby. Mmmmmm, Mommy needs some dick, Michael. Give it to Momma..." she cooed just before I start licking around the slit of her son's dick.

"Ahhh, Mom!" Michael moaned as in his head he knew what was happening was wrong. 

Michael's own lustful urges said, 'fuck it' and 'pussy is pussy' though. Plus doing something so dirty turned him on.

"I love the way you moan for me, baby." Taking her boy into her mouth, Tiffany worked her hands in a circular motion around his shaft as she sucked on the head of his dick. "Damn, you taste good, Michael. You like that shit, baby?"

Michael let out a gasp at her mouth work. "Oooh, Mommy!!! I like, I like! Mmmm!"

Sliding her tongue up and down Michael's shaft, Tiffany's tongue found his balls, sucking them until her commanded her to fuck him.

"Ride this shit, Momma! I want that nut on this dick."

Positioning herself on his cock, Tiffany eased down gently on Michael and started a slow rodeo ride up and down, back and forth, round and around picking up the pace of her ride as she felt every inch of her baby's 11.

Michael slapped his mother on the ass. "Yeah, Ma, ride your baby's dick!" He slapped her ass harder, making her go harder. "Yeah, that's what I like."

"Fuck yes baby I love you spanking this big ass,"

Up and down on the dick Tiffany went, rising up to the top of it just to drop back down on it hard "Yeah, you love this shit..." She eased off and began to suck and taste her juices from his dick. "Mmmmm I love sucking on you."

Grabbing her up, Michael kissed roughly, suckling the juices off her lips.

He flipped his Momma on to her stomach and start giving it to her doggy-style, slapping her ass with each thrust. "Mmmm, your pussy's so good, Momma!"

"Aaaaahhhhhh, you giving me all that stick Michael! Dammit,"

"Yeah, it may be connected to me, but who's dick is it, Mommy!?" Michael asked, giving her a hard slap to the booty.

"Aaaaaahhhh shit! This is Mommy's muthafuckin' dick...all this dick is mine! Fuuuccck Michael I feel you all in my stomach sheesh..." Tiffany chanted, grabbing the covers. "I'ma nut, Ma...." Michael growled, placing his hands over her while digging in real deep. "Mmmm, is this my pussy?"

"Yesss baby yes this pussy is all yours fuck. Cum in this shit boy, cum for me. Please don't stop fucking me...." 

"Mmmm, that's right tell your dick what to." Michael's eyes rolled back as he felt the nut coming closer.

"Get this pussy Michael! Dammit you getting this shit, sweetie!!! Please baby please! I'm cumming! Michael don't you stop fucking this pussy, I'm cumming!!!!! Give me that nut Michael. Give it to me!"

"Ahhhh shit! Damn, I love hitting this shit, Ma! I'm cummming!"

"Yes baby yessssssss aaaahhhhh fuck, Michael!!! I fucking love this dick!"

Listening to his mother's words, Michael dug in one last time before collapsing on top of her and was held in her arms. Playing in his mother's hair, she gave him soft kisses. Melting from her passionate kisses, Michael began to nod off, but he wanted to stay awake.

"Did I fuck you good, Momma?"

"You pleased me too good, baby, but go to sleep. We'll deal with it in the morning." Tiffany said caressing Michael's face as her son lay in her arms, drifting off to sleep.

Mother and son really didn't do much talking when they awoke as their morning urges prompted another romp between them before Michael went to school. They talked when Michael got home from school, agreeing to continue their affair.

*****

Tiffany walked out of Dr. Cox's office as straight as could be as fucking his brains out. She made to her car and getting, her text message alert on her phone went off. Michael had sent her a picture of his cock after just masturbation session. With that image before her eyes, she sped home, going to make her baby pay for wasting cum that could've gone down her throat.