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Subject: {ASSM} Making of a Nympho
Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2001 11:10:03 -0400
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Making of a nympho


Night was dropping its dark curtain over the city sky. The air hot and
humid, typical of a costal city, and tonight it seemed that even the wind
was to worn out from the rat race of a day to stir. She stepped out on to
the balcony of her apartment, 24 floors up on the side of a hill overlooking
the city. A concrete jungle if there ever was one, a far cry from the jungle
she had just left.

Closing her eyes she was able to picture the scenes of her days there, she
was one of 200 hundred people from the friends of the trees. They had come
from all over the world and chained themselves to trees in order to prevent
the government from building a new road through the jungle. They each picked
a tree and allowed to themselves to be chained to it by the light of day. At
night they would party and celebrate that they had helped save the forest
another day, and wild drunken parties they were. The government had after 5
days relented and greed to stop the project till an alternative could be
agreed upon that would make all happy. This had left here with a free day to
relax before she had to fly home back to her own concrete jungle.

She sat on the couch she had on the balcony, taking a sip of her wine she
closed her eyes so she could shut out the city. Almost at once she began to
dwell on the last day she had spent in the jungle, this was the day she
remembered the best, with a shy smile. She could picture the trees as she
had walked away from the camp, taking a beep breath she could almost smell
the jungle again. The air was heavy with the sent of life and vegetation.
With another sip of wine and a deep sigh the sounds of the city seemed to
blur and change till she was hearing the calls of hundreds of animals and
insect that were the population of the forest. The air that afternoon in
particular had seemed hotter and more humid than ever draining ever ounce of
energy from you body. Even the wind seemed too listless to stir. She
wondered aimlessly from the camp allowing her feet to take her where they
wont slowly the sound of the cam were hidden by the sounds of the jungle.
Walking, wondering taking no notice of where she was going till she reached
the river that ran near the camp, here her feet took her upstream on their
aimless course.

She remembered how suddenly she seemed to come out of her daze to realize
that she had gone further from the camp than she had intended. Stopping and
looking around she had realized that she was in a basin of a waterfall. The
banks for the river rose up as sheer cliffs on either side of her, every
inch of habitable on the cliffs covered in life. A waterfall on the far side
of the pool rising high above its turbulent surface. She knew she had
nothing to fear about been lost, for to return home all she had to do was
follow the river back to the wash-up area by the camp. The water looked
inviting and cool, the desire to dive into its wet embrace so strong.
Feeling shy and naughty at the thought of stripping off her clothes and
diving in she looked around for signs of anyone been here, finding nothing
she had tried to remembered if any one at camp had mentioned this place,
nothing.

With a naughty schoolgirl giggle she sat down on the damp bank and took off
her boots. Feeling self-conscious she removed her tee shirt and her bra,
freeing her small firm breast from their captivity and torture. Already she
felt better and cooler but this made the desire to swim even stronger,
standing up she gave one last look around before she removed her jeans and
panties. Naked to the world she giggled again and ran to the waters edged,
with the last bit of hesitation thrown to the windless jungle she dived in.
Taking another sip of wine, moving the chilled glass sides across her lips
and then down across her neck she remembered the feel of the cold water
against her naked body. How the water felt on her nipples the cold making
them stand up hard and tight, how aroused she had felt as the cold water had
flowed across her exposed clit each time she kicked. With out though of who
may see or what they may say the wine cooled glass still pressed against and
moving across her neck she lifted the edge of her skirt and opened her legs.
With the full memories of how aroused she had felt taking over she lounged
back on the couch, her dress pulled up above the hips she ran her fingers
gently over her panties.

With the memories of that afternoon in full swing she continued to stroke
herself, she remembered how she had swum out into the pool towards the
waterfall and the rock she had seen there. Reaching the rock she pulled
herself from the water the heat of the day been kept at bay by the cool
spray of the waterfall, lying there on the rock feeling so turned on from
been naked and naughty, as no man had ever made her feel, she had touched
herself for the first time ever with the desire to masturbate. That first
touch of her fingers against her cool lips had made her jerk and gasp with
excitement, admittedly a little strange, but good nonetheless. She lay there
legs spread, her fingers sliding down across her wet lips then back up
between her lips and across the clit. Taking another sip of wine she
continued to touch herself through her panties, knowing this was more
teasing than satisfying. The memories flowed on. She remembered how she had
at the time been so stunned at the fact that she had never tried this
before. How she had at first shyly allowed a fingertip to slide inside a
little before sliding it across her clit, the extra slickness making the
sensation even better. Before long she was sliding her whole finger in with
complete abandon trying to reach that vital spot within. Feeling a climax
build with a speed never before experienced and power never felt, she spread
her lips with one hand exposing her clit as she rubbed it with the fingers
of the other. Her movements became desperate as she sought the release of
the climax in long rapid strokes from deep within her hole to across the
clit she cried out as the orgasm shock her body.

Lying back on the rock, each time she moved her fingers causing another
minor orgasm to jerk her body, she started to relax and lounge in the after
glow of her orgasm. She opened her eyes to see she had dropped the wine
glass, her panties lying on the floor next to her with a smile spread across
her face as she felt the tension of the day slip away. She retrieved the
glass, thankful in some small way it had not broken, leaving the panties on
the floor she stood up went in search of more wine knowing this was going to
be a long night and more fun still to be had.

Wondering through the apartment to the kitchen she refilled her wine glass
from the bottle in the fridge. Taking the glass and the bottle she headed
for the bathroom intent on they idea of orgasms and long relaxing baths. She
sat on the edge of the bath and started letting in hot water adding to this
bubble bath and a mixture of selected salts. The memories of the last day
floated back, the combination of the wine and bath water adding strength to
the already vivid images of how she had after an age of lying naked in the
sun she stood up and dived back into the pool. Standing there in the
bathroom steam sluggishly moving around the room slowly filling it with its
hot breath, she set the wineglass aside and pushed the straps of the
sundress from her shoulders. With a gentle tickle across her skin the dress
slipped off her body leaving her naked ready to dive again into the cold
water, the last image before she slipped below its surface was of a man
standing on the far bank.

With a shock she realized that the bath was almost overflowing, stopping the
water she stepped into the bath slowly sliding into it's hot embrace, a sigh
of pure please escaping from between her lips. Relaxing there in the water
allowing her mind to slip again into her daydreaming. A startled gasp her
eyes flash open as a drop of cold water from the tap splashes onto her
exposed toes her body breaking through the surface of the water to see him
still standing on the far bank watching her. Recognition flashing like a
lightning bolt though her body she, this was the almost god like figure of a
man that had been chained to the tree behind her.

They had never spoke more than a hello as he could not speak English, he had
come here originally from Swedish or Nordic regions by the sound of his
speech. He was tall about 6'5", short brush cut brown hair, typical rugged
angular face with ice blue eyes, broad muscular chest, and from what she had
been told that he was on of the organizers. He had been a lumberjack in this
region for many years before becoming a member of the friends of the trees
thus accounting for his large chest and as she imagined strong hard hands.
All this flashed through her mind as she stared at him standing there on the
bank. All this and especially the memories of the fantasies she had had
about him deepening the blush she already felt, seemingly centered in her
groin area with another quick thought causing her body to burn hotter
despite the water was of him watching her on the rock.

Lying there in the bath sipping the wine, idly playing with the bubbles,
trying to establish the exact moment and what caused her usual shyness to
disappear. Thinking back to the day before this event she would have been
the first to bush even at the suggestion of masturbation let alone naked in
the open been watched by her fantasy man. Even now she was stunned by the
desire to slide her hand between her thighs and explore without any feeling
of shyness, she continued the game with the foam resisting the temptation to
do just that so she could hold out, teasing herself. The only thing she
could blame it on was the location, foreign air and the water; she had
always loved water. She stood up exposing the upper half of her body, the
water from her hair running down across her breasts and already sensitive
nipples causing a tingling sensation over her spine. Her nipples hardened by
all the sensations and thoughts feeling like they were connected by a single
nerve to her clit as it also began to tingle, feelings of lust been aroused
from deep within wishing that the water trickles could be replaced by his
tongue.

As if summoned by her thoughts he striped off his shirt, the exposed muscles
rippling in the sun, she stared in awe noticing that they were not just bulk
but hard earned definition as well from swinging a ax. He bent over to
remove his shoes causing the back muscles to ripple in natural movement, she
could have sworn that if it was not for the water her knees would have been
too weak to hold her. She could feel a deep almost itching sensation from
deep within her groin crying out for attention, taking another sip of wine,
resistance forgotten her hand started slowly down her body, following the
path that the water would have taken across her breasts and dripping off her
hard nipples. Her back arched slightly as her fingers made contact with the
first one nipple then the other, he pull his jeans off exposing well
proportioned legs his entire body in balanced, just as she had imagined.
Bending over he pulled his jocks off and in one fluid motion stood up and
dived into the water, giving her a fleeting glimpse of his manhood, she as
able to see that he was just as aroused as she felt.

Taking another sip of wine her fingers finally made first contact with her
clit causing her to take a deep breath, it is quite a sensation with a mouth
full of wine causing a feeling of slight light-headedness. He swam towards
her under the water till he was just in front of her. Reaching this point he
stood up the water reaching just over his waist. Without a sound he closed
the gap between them wrapping his arms around her waist as he closed his
lips making contact with hers, she could feel the strength of a gentle giant
as he held their bodies' together pulling her hard up against him in fierce
passion. Their tongues met and danced, his mouth sweet from eating sun
ripened fruits of the jungle. She could not believe what she was about to do
especially with someone she did not even know. Sitting up in the bath she
refilled her glass as she continued to play with herself, exploring, teasing
almost in an absent-minded sort of way. Again she knew that she was just
teasing herself to make the moment last longer; she slid her hands around
his back and garbed his tight ass pulling herself harder against him his
penis pressed up against her stomach, hard and pulsing

She felt like that she was floating in the water, he brain no longer
functional in short her body had taken over and she wanted satisfaction.
Sliding her hands up his muscular back till her hands rested on his shoulder
she slid herself up his body. The friction of her nipples against his chests
sending shivers though her body, friction of skin against skin, the movement
of his hard shaft against her stomach all heightening her desire to take
him. He slid his hands down her back till they were holding her butt helping
her, his eyes aflame with desire. The bath forgotten, city forgotten or for
that matter the planet forgotten as she slid her fingers deep into her body
in memory of his penis. How as she had reached the right height it had slid
across her clit and lips, before it could move to far off course she lowered
herself onto the head of his penis trapping it in the opening of her hot wet
pussy. She shivered at the thought of describing her womanhood in such a
dirty / naughty manner, She used the muscles in her opening to squeeze his
head, teasing sliding it in and out a few center meters. Knowing she could
not wait any longer she lifted herself till it was almost out and then tried
to plunge him deep into her wet wanton depths, but his hands holding her ass
stopped her from moving mover than a center meter. She cried out in
desperation as she squirmed and wriggled trying to get him deeper, failing.
With a deep chuckle and a single husky spoken "no" he held her like that as
he waded though the water towards THE rock. This did not stop her from
trying though, the entire time he moved trough the water his penis tip moved
within her opening driving her insane with desire she squirmed and wriggled
within his grasp. Her lips tracing hungry paths over his neck and throat,
she tried nibbling on his ears kissing them her tongue running around the
edge. His hands squeezed her ass hard, his fingers digging into her tender
flesh in order to retain some control. She knew that he could not take much
more his hand allowing her to slide him each time a little deeper. Taking
advantage of the fact that his hands were holding her up, she leans back so
she can kiss his chest, give his hard muscles love bites as her nails dig
into his back.
He stops moving, she can feel the hard surface of the rock against her lower
back and through the fog of her desire she felt him slip out as he lifter
her onto the rock above the surface of the water. Whimpering with the loss
as he lowers her onto the rock sitting there, his lips brush teasingly
against hers. Her fingers touched her wine stained lips as she remembered
the feel of his lips against hers, tracing the path of his lips her fingers
moved across her skin with feather light touches. She could feel his strong
hands tracing a path of their own against he back causing her to arch
backwards as she willed him to suck her nipples. As if in response to her
thoughts she felt the touch of his lips against the slope of her breast,
soft gently kisses randomly placed on each breast, sometimes the tip of his
tongue tracing small circles against her skin. Allowing her head to fall
right back relaxed trusting in his arms to hold her up as she ran her
fingers though his short hair and down across his strong jaw line trying to
guide him. With her hands cupping the side of her small firm breasts
remembering how she had wanted to scream at him to suck her nipples, her
finger rubbed against the hardened flesh inflicting serious damage to her
already weakened will. Finally after what seemed like a merciless age she
felt him suck one of her aching nipples into his hot mouth his tongue
tracing circles across the tip. Knowing that there was no way she could
overpower this giant she decided that the only way to win was to play dirty.
Sliding her hands down his chest and between their bodies she reached as far
down between his thighs as she could, with her nails she against the tender
flesh of his inner thighs she retraced her steps. As she reached his groin
area using the tips of her fingers with feather light touches she gently
touched his balls. She felt her reward as his lips tightened on her nipple
his body going ridge against hers, hearing a muffled grunt. Still using
feather light touches running her fingers up his shaft and across his tip
she could feel his fingers digging into her back. Releasing her abused
nipple and lowering her down onto her back his lips continues down her body,
her mind screaming out YES her mouth open in a silent scream, placing light
kisses against her hot skin, nibbling, tasting.

Opening her eyes she realizes that the bath water has getting cold, using
her toes she let more hot water into the bath taking the opportunity to have
more wine. Closing the tap and lying back the water hot again steam filling
the room again. Her skin alive and tingling from the heat the feeling so
close to that day she could almost believe that her was right there.
Battling to separate memories from reality she released control as her
fingers touch her sparse hairline his lips following her bikini line. His
hand sliding under her ass and lifting her slightly as his lips moved around
the side of her bikini shave and onto the top of her thighs. His lips
starting a journey down one leg his hands closely following, supporting the
leg, touching, kissing moving slowly down to the tip of her toes; not one
inch of skin unexplored. Taking the other foot in his hands he starts back
up the leg, the entire time unable to touch him her hands are running over
the rest of her body paying attention to ignored but very needy skin. Her
hands touching her nipples he kisses her toes, massaging the sides of her
breasts his tongue runs across the top of her foot, her hands running down
her sides he nibbles the back of her calves, top of thigh back of knee,
gentle touch a kiss. Her hand move up her thigh and part her lips his tongue
follows her hands explores tasting her, her world explodes as waves of
excitement cascade through her body. She grabs his head holding him crushing
his face and lips against her crying out in ecstasy screaming for more.
Sucking her into his mouth his tongue exploring her opening, tasting her,
moving up through her lips across her clit. As his tongue slid across her so
did her finger bringing her to the edge of a major orgasm, with a sense of
knowing he continued to suck and lick. Her orgasms pounded through her body
his lips and tongue never stopped, crying out in pleasure for him to suck
her. He did not need to know English to know what to do; this language of
lovemaking is truly universal

Sitting up she looked at him knowing that he must be ready to go insane with
desire as if by mutual agreement he slid his arms around her and lifted her
from the rock. Her legs locked around his waste she slid him into her hot,
wet, desperate pussy. Been eaten is fun she thought but nothing can beat the
real thing shoved deep inside. He waded through the water till he was right
under the waterfall, the slight sting of the falling water adding even more
sensations to her already overloaded body. She held him buried deep within
squeezing his shaft with her inner muscles at the same time sliding slowly
up and down his hard shaft. Leaning back so he can suck her breasts again
she slides him all the way out. Taking his shaft she uses the tip to rub
against her clit, teasing herself bringing herself close again.

Squeezing her inner muscles as tight as possible she slid the head of his
rock hard penis to her tight vaginal opening. With muscles clenched and a
desperate thrust she plunged him deep into her pussy, their united voices
screaming out in release, waves of pleasure exploding up into her body as
his penis stretching her to the max. Opening her eyes she realizes that this
was going to get a little out of hand already there was water on the floor,
placing her wine out of harms way she closes her eyes again and continues to
play as the memories flow. With the aid of her fingers she cold almost feel
again his penis deep inside not as big or deep but thinking to herself; it
will have to do. His hand helping her as she slid him out and back again,
grinding her clit against him, feeling every inch of his long hard shaft.
Harder and faster she humped him like a wild nymph out the tales of mythos
screaming for him to fuck her harder, faster, more, more, more! Not caring
that he may not understand what she said but he understood from her tone
what she craved her fingers digging into his back as she tried to get every
inch of him into her, craving the release that she knew was coming. Their
frenzied motion throwing themselves off balance, they fell locked together
into a shallow pool of water behind the waterfall, their lips locking
together they continued, their kisses as frenzied as their lovemaking,
thrusting, pumping hips. Rolling onto his back pulling her onto so he could
touch her breasts and rub the tips of her nipples with his tongue she
continues to ride him, her climax building rising from deep within she
crushes his face against her breast making him suck harder on her nipple.
Her mind and body becoming one with the waterfall she feels her climax begin
cascade through her body. With one last frenzied thrust she impales herself
on his long hard shaft, thrusting him deep inside as her world explodes,
tears of release streaming from the corners of his eyes as he allows himself
to climax with her. Together they scream out with the joint ecstasy of
release.

Opening her eyes she stares at the ceiling allowing the feeling of the
climax and hot water flow through her body. Water splashed all over the
bathroom floor, one could almost swear that this was a scene of a flood. For
what seemed like an age she lay against his chest berating deeply too
exhausted to move, too scared to move, to desperate too hold onto the moment
shy lay there. All sounds of the jungle drowned out by the waterfall he held
her in his arms gently rubbing her back not wanting to release this god of a
maiden. Laughing she remembers how in broken English he asked her if it was
good. Yes she thought it was good now and then both good but nothing could
be as good as the real thing, a real penis and a real masculine man who knew
how to treat and respond to a female body. Reaching for her wine she thought
about who and where she was going to find another man. Taking a sip of wine
she knew that they were as rare as a truly fine mature wine, sighing she
took the last sip emptying the glass and thus the bottle.

Looking with sad eyes at the empty bottle she wondered if.


Signed: Ramblings of a Madman with a little help from a friend.

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