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?