Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2007 14:01:10 -0800
From: r.jonathon@gmail.com
Subject: Queen of the nymphs
This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Hope you like it.
J Richards
Queen of the Nymphs -- by J Richards
1
I was walking home from work through the park on a crisp sunny day when I
heard a strange rustling in the bushes. My curiosity got the better of me,
so I made my way into the underbrush, and what I saw took my breath away.
Lying there on the ground was a beautiful unconscious woman wearing a skin
tight silver jumpsuit. It looked as if she had been attacked recently, as
the jumpsuit was shredded in several places. I could make out her soft
supple skin bulging underneath. Her breasts were large and firm, her hips
and ass tight and curvy. Her skin coloring was tan in a way that gave her
an exotic quality, and her hair was long, dark, and silky.
Even before I began to worry about her safety, I was instantly hard
at the thought of possessing her. And maybe I would have acted on this
urge at once. But my wife was expecting me at home, and I have never been
good at hiding the truth from her. If I fell upon this helpless woman and
raped her (as it appeared someone may have done previously) my wife would
know for sure by my guilty looks. And she would definitely not approve.
Besides, I am not a violent man by nature, and would probably never give in
to such a base urge.
So I bent over the beautiful woman, stroked the curve of her
breasts and hips a few times, then tried to awaken her. She did not
respond to my gentle shakes. Unable to help myself, I slipped a hand down
between her lush thighs and felt the soft folds of her privates. At this
touch, she began to stir, and I felt her moisten through the thin jumpsuit.
She looked up at me suddenly in horror, then calmed down a bit as
she saw that I meant her no harm.
"Where am I?" she stammered.
"You're in a park, in the middle of sector 28, New Los Angeles.
Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." She looked down at herself, noticing the revealing
clothes and the patches where I could see her delicate skin through the
tears. She blushed deeply. "But I'm not sure what happened, or how I got
here."
"Do you remember your name?"
"Not really. Only that they used to call me the Queen of Nymphs."
"Well, I'd really like to help you." I was still achingly hard. I
really wanted to help her by slipping my rock solid cock into her juicy
cunt and banging her here in the middle of the park, where everyone passing
could hear her wild cries of pleasure.
"I'm starting to remember now... men were chasing me. I have a
husband, somewhere. He is a great and powerful king. But he is evil. He
wanted to kill me for some reason, and he sent his henchmen to do it. But
I barely escaped with my life."
"Then you're probably not safe here. I should take you home where
you can hide out for a little bit."
"Do you think I could?" she asked me, staring up with wide green
eyes. "Do you... live alone?"
"No. I have a wife. But she would understand. You are in great
danger."
"If you think it's alright." She brushed a hand down her
curvaceous side. "I can't seem to get up. Could you help me?"
I moved forward to help her, grabbing her by the shoulders. As we
struggled to get her to her feet, her soft delicate hand accidentally
brushed against my pants. I knew by her blushing expression that she had
felt my bulging cock, and I nearly came in my pants at the thought of what
she could do with those thin graceful hands and that full pouty mouth.
Then I had her on her feet, and I put a hand across her lower back
to help her walk a few steps, trying with all my might not to reach a few
inches lower and caress her full buttocks. She hesitantly walked a few
paces then seemed alright. I gave her my overcoat so that we would not
receive too many stares, and we carefully made our way back home.
When we entered the house and slowly walked into the kitchen to meet my
wife, her expression surprised me. Instead of being outraged at me
bringing a beautiful strange, and nearly naked woman home, she was a little
bit shy and giggly. My wife and I had been married for only two years, and
at 21 she was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She has
relatively pale skin, platinum blond hair, and icy blue eyes. She is very
thin and delicate, much more so than the luscious stranger I had brought
home. But her breasts were decent sized, and her ass and hips nicely slim,
so that she still resembled a teenaged girl.
"Who is this?" she asked after a moment of looking the stranger up
and down.
The Queen of the Nymphs then told her story to my wife, who was
sympathetic throughout.
"Well you did the right thing, Jason. We need to keep her safe for
awhile. By the way, my name is Lauren."
"You can call me Fiona," the Queen said shyly. `I don't know if
it's my name, but it sounds familiar."
We then settled Fiona down on the couch while my wife made dinner
for all of us. As we were eating, my wife and Fiona talked a lot to each
other, and their eyes met very often. There seemed to be a tangible
excitement between them. Then, we all went to bed, and I went to work the
next morning, and everything seemed to fall into a similar safe pattern.
2
There seemed to be a strange tension in the household in the following
days, however, and it began to make me feel uneasy. One night when I came
home, Lauren was making dinner at the electro stove, wearing a brown
corduroy dress that was very short, going down to the middle of her thighs.
Fiona was sitting at the nearby dinner table wearing a thin black robe,
staring intently at my wife as she cooked. Every time my wife would lean
forward to stir one of the pots, or reach for an ingredient on a high
shelf, her dress would pull up, revealing her upper thighs and the very
beginning curve of her beautiful ass cheeks. I quickly noticed that she
wasn't wearing any panties either. Fiona seemed transfixed by this sight,
and it made me very nervous.
But that was just the beginning. Later that night, when we went to
bed, Lauren seemed particularly excited. We usually have sex every night,
but that night, she was practically tearing my clothes off to get me naked.
I should mention here that Lauren was a virgin when I met her, and I was
the only person ever to penetrate her tight little cunt. Or any of her
other orifices for that matter. And since she had no sexual experience
prior to me, she was very cautious in bed. She refused to have sex in any
other position other than missionary, would not suck my cock or let me eat
her out, and most definitely would never let me take her from behind,
because she thought it was demeaning.
But sex was never boring, even though we would only do missionary.
She was the most ferocious love-maker, exquisitely good at getting me to
cum inside her tight juicy love hole. She would cum only occasionally, but
when she did, her whole body would quiver and shake, and her moans of joy
would echo through the house.
Well, on this particular night, she was tearing my clothes off, and
thrusting her hips up to mine, begging me to fuck her brains out. I did so
readily, sliding my stiff cock into her tight little cunt with no pretense,
slipping right up into the channel almost painfully fast, but she screamed
in delight. I started pumping her furiously, watching in the dim light as
her ass and hips thrust off the bed up into mine rhythmically. She
screamed in pleasure as she clawed at my back. I began to worry that Fiona
would hear all this commotion.
Then I looked over and suddenly noticed Fiona standing in the
doorway, still wearing that thin black robe that ended just around her
luscious mid-thigh, I nearly stopped pumping, so startled was I. This made
Lauren look over too, and she gasped in surprise, but did not stop
thrusting herself into my assaulting cock.
Fiona didn't say anything, just stood their dreamily, watching us
make love.
"Should we...?" I panted out, confused.
"No, no, Jason... keep fucking me," my wife gasped.
So I kept plowing her smooth shaved cunt as Fiona watched us,
mutely transfixed. Only now, my wife seemed to be getting even more
pleasure from our lovemaking, and her screams got louder and more intense,
and her thrusts quicker. Her head fell to the side, and I could see her
watching Fiona as I fucked her. She licked her lips between screams, and I
groped at her quivering orgasming body under me as Fiona watched us, still
not moving. And then it was too much for me. I shot a massive hot load
into her gushing cunt. My cock seemed to take on a life of its own,
spurting and jerking within the narrow confines of her tender cunt, and
then I collapsed exhausted on top of her.
When I looked back up, Fiona was gone, and Lauren's eyes were
tightly closed in intense satisfaction.
This was but the first time. After that, Fiona began showing up at
our door more and more often as we made love, becoming bolder and bolder.
First in the doorway, then on the couch on the far side of the room, then
at a pulled up chair, at the foot of the bed, all the while watching us
with her wide exotic eyes, never once speaking a word. After this had been
going on for several weeks, I realized that she was softly petting herself
under the robe as she watched us, and that as my wife went into her
orgasmic throes, so did Fiona, to a quieter extent. But Lauren did not
mind the intrusion. If anything, she got off more from it, sometimes
cumming four or five times during the night. Sometimes, Fiona would stay
at the bedside after we had both finished and continued to watch us, and
the mere pressure of her waiting eyes would make he hard again, and I would
grasp my spent wife's body and begin plowing her all over again.
But after awhile, I began to grow suspicious. Why was Fiona so
intent on our love-making, and why did Lauren seem to enjoy her presence so
much? I realized then, that I was gone nine hours every day at work, while
the two beautiful women were left alone in the house with nothing to do. I
began to imagine them exploring each others bodies as I slaved away at my
desk, pleasuring each other with fingers and tongues and warm kisses, then
moving on to dildos and vibrators, constantly bringing each other to
crashing sweaty orgasms. I imagined piles and rivers of cum between them
as they worked over each other, hour after hour, in my absence, Lauren
getting fucked and reamed by a massive dildo from behind like an animal,
though she'd never do it with me.
But our nightly voyeuristic sex continued, growing more and more intense
every night.
3
One night when I got home from work, Lauren and Fiona were both sitting
there at the dinner table, talking quietly. Fiona was wearing her black
robe as usual, but her hair looked especially smooth and lush, her face was
subtly done up in make up, making her look even more strikingly sexy than
usual. I felt myself getting hard, as I usually did in her presence. My
wife wore a very thin, low cut summery dress, cinched at the waist, nearly
transparent in its thinness, and the thought of how I would ravage her
perfect tight little body later that night made me get hot and irritated
under my work clothes.
"Jason," Lauren said, standing up. "I've noticed how things have
gotten a little tense in the house, what with Fiona being here."
"No, it's fine."
"I know that you love me, and would do anything for me, and that's
why I have a favor to ask you."
I mumbled something encouraging, and began to loosen my tie.
"I know that you have wanted Fiona ever since you bought her
home�I've noticed the looks you and she have stared. And Fiona has told me
that she wants you too�that she can no longer remember what it feels like
to be with a man, though she knows she has done it many times before. She
remembers being very experienced in the sexual arts, and promises to make
you feel unbelievable pleasure if you'll only let her."
"What do you mean... you want me to?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck Fiona... it is the only way to save our
marriage. Otherwise, there will be too much jealously building between
us."
I nearly came in my pants at the thought of finally possessing this
amazing woman.
"But it wouldn't be fair to you, dear." I blurted out.
"Well, I couldn't stand it if you two were together somewhere and I
didn't know what was happening. So I want to be there when you do it, to
watch and maybe take part."
I stammered something, excited beyond my wildest dreams. But then
the paranoia hit me, and I suddenly panicked. What if this was a plot to
somehow eliminate me, so that the two gorgeous women could be alone
forever, forever sharing each other's delicious bodies. I had heard of
drugs that women could buy to render men paralyzed if they fucked
them... So I said I would have to think about it, and went to bed early,
still in my work clothes. Lauren and I did not fuck that night, but I
heard her gently masturbating in bed beside me as I tried to sleep, her
gentle moans rising and falling with the quick stroking of her hand in her
panties.
The next day I called in sick to work, but still left as if I were going.
Instead, I went to a black market sex shop and bought a paralytic myself,
the kind that soaks into a man's cum, and works on any woman he blows his
load into. I felt perverted, since this was the kind of the thing only
rapists buy, but downed it anyway, and returned home at my usual time.
Lauren and Fiona were sitting at the table just as before, quietly
and expectantly, Fiona's browned hand gently cupping my wife's pale
delicate one on the table.
"Okay, I've thought long and hard about this," I said. "And I
think Fiona should fuck me. To save the marriage."
So we all retreated silently to the bedroom without eating dinner.
My wife guided me to bed and began taking off my tie and shirt as Fiona
worked on my pants and shoes. The two stripped me naked quickly, and I
laid out on the bed underneath them, my rock- hard cock thrust into the air
for both to see. The blushed and giggled at the sight, then began
undressing each other. My wife loosed the knot on Fiona's robe, as if she
had done it a thousand times before, and pulled the thin garment from her
shoulders, exposing the most beautiful and lush body I had ever seen.
Fiona's full ripe breasts sat high on her chest, and her nipples were erect
in the cold semi-darkness of the room. Her snatch was shaved like my
wife's, and I could see the beginning of moisture already gleaming there.
Then this exotic beauty began removing my wife's clothes one by one,
stripping her down to her black panties and bra and her see-through black
nylons. She rolled the nylons down one at a time, slowly, trembling
slightly, my wife trembling too as she moaned softly standing there. Then
Fiona stood up and reached around my wife's back and unclasped her bra,
revealing her small but firm breasts and pink pointy nipples. All that was
left were my wife's panties, and I could see her hips visibly shaking as
Fiona got down on her knees and grasped the silky undergarments lightly
with her thin elegant fingers. Then she slowly pulled the panties off,
revealing my wife's shaved pink cunt, already dripping clear fluid slowly
down her legs.
The two naked, breath-takingly gorgeous women now turned towards
me.
"Sssh, just lay there," my wife said. "We'll do all the work."
She got down on the bed behind me, while Fiona sat down at my feet.
"I want to make you feel so good," Fiona gasped softly.
I sat up a little bit at my wife's prompting, and spread my legs
and bent them, so Fiona could mount me. Suddenly my wife, kneeling behind
me on the bed, grasped my wrists and held them down tightly.
"Just let her do her work on you," she whispered softly and
breathily in my ear.
Fiona raised one leg and sat above me, placing her hands on my
chest. Her dripping wet cunt hovered inches above my erect and waiting
cock, and I squirmed in my wife's grasp, eager to start fucking.
"Be patient, you'll get what's coming to you," Fiona said
ominously.
She stroked herself several times up and down her with elegant
hand, holding one of her breasts tight with the other. She moaned as she
pleasured herself above my waiting cock, and I felt my wife gasping in
expectation behind me, her erect nipples lightly brushing my arched back.
Then Fiona grabbed my bulging cock in a firm but smooth hand and
slowly lowered herself onto me. Her pussy felt strange after having only
fucked my wife's for two years straight, but it was tight and quivering
just the same, and as she raised and lowered herself slowly the walls of
her pussy gently quivering against my veiny cock, I felt on the verge of
greater pleasure than I'd ever experienced.
Then she began to grasp my cock with the walls of her cunt and pull
it along with her, quickening the rhythm of her thrusts, and I was moaning,
overcome with ecstasy and trying not to cum on the spot. Fiona worked me
up and down again and again, with her lush tan body, her ass cheeks pushing
down to brush my balls and then thrusting up again and in the air, until
only the delicate head of my cock was still inside me. We worked this way
for nearly twenty minutes, sweating profusely, and continually moaning and
gasping, until things began to build to a frenzy, Fiona pumping and
grinding into me, her muscular thighs grasping my sides. My wife held my
hands down like a vice, and I was helpless to anything but sit there and
take it as Fiona pleasured herself on my cock. Then we both exploded in
orgasm, and I shot load after load into the exquisite and shameless cunt.
Fiona collapsed onto me, spent, gasping and panting in post-coital bliss.
I felt my wife's hands loosen their grip.
"How was it, honey?" she asked me in that sweet and innocent
voice.
"Amazing," I mumbled, unable to think.
Fiona dismounted me and stood up, as did my wife, and the two held
each other in their arms and began to softly kiss. "Now everything can be
alright," Fiona sighed.
At the sight of the two beautiful women embracing, their arms
around each other, hips pressed together, and clear cum glistening on the
insides of their thighs, I immediately got rock hard again.
The drug did not seem to be working on Fiona yet, as she still
seemed alert. She looked down at me, noticing my erect member, and gasped
aloud.
"You're still hard?" she asked wonderingly.
"It's odd... I'm still so turned on."
"I'm exhausted," Fiona said. "Lauren, why don't you pleasure your
husband, while I watch. Just like old times."
I tried to protest, fearing to inject my wife with the drug also,
but could not turn her away as she advanced on me.
"I feel like trying something a little different tonight," she said
coyly.
She sat down in my lap, her back to me, one hand behind her
stroking my buttocks. Then she wiggled a little bit, pushing her delicate
little pale ass against my straining cock. "I want you to fuck me. To
really fuck me this time. I want to get reamed."
So she kept rubbing and I thrust against her, my slippery hard
cock, pushing against her tight prim asshole. Then she got down on her
hands and knees in front of me and pulled me on top of her.
"Fuck me Jason. She moaned. "Fuck me like an animal.
So I furiously rubbed her pussy with my hand, spreading her juices
around and then worked them onto her hard taut asshole. It slowly widened
underneath the pressure of my moist fingers. Meanwhile, Fiona at down on
the bed in front of my wife and spread her legs wide.
"If you're gonna get fucked like an animal," she said huskily, "You
might as well learn to eat out like one too."
And with no warning, she thrust my wife's beautiful blonde head
down into her sopping wet cunt and held it there. My wife struggled at
first, then began slowly and cautiously to lap at the flowing juices. Her
asshole now ready, I slowly inserted my stiff member inch by inch into the
unbelievably tight hole while my wife smacked away at the pussy in front of
her. Fiona came again before I'd even worked my cock all the way into my
wife's asshole, splashing liquid all over her beautiful face and into her
straight blond hair.
This made me thrust harder and faster into her tight little ass,
until a thin trickle of blood began sliding down her pale leg, mixing with
the streams of cum, flowing down her thighs and pooling on the bed. But
she didn't mind, and urged me to fuck her ass harder and faster in between
gasping breaths and sloshy suckings at Fiona's pussy. So I fucked her hard
again and again, thrusting into that tiny perfect virgin ass of hers as she
licked and snorted at Fiona's pussy like a pig at a sty. Fiona came to
several more crashing orgasms before I shot my hot load into my wife's
puckered tender ass, and we all collapsed to the bed, spent.
I fell asleep briefly, completely exhausted, and when I woke up, both my
wife and Fiona were passed out on the bed, their thin limbs entangled. I
realized that the drug must have worked, and was suddenly torn by a mixed
conscience. I was still in good shape, so they must not have drugged me.
And yet, they clearly had been cheating on me with each other all this
time, pleasuring themselves continually while I slaved away at work. My
practically virginal wife had been whoring herself out to this stranger for
weeks on end, giving up her body again and again for who knows what
perversions. So in a jealous rage, I began to ransack the house as they
slept, trying to find some deed of their misadventures.
Eventually, I found it. A double-ended vibrating dildo, buried in
the underwear drawer of my wife's dresser, plastered with dried fluids from
their daily duplicitous exercises. I was furious. I glanced at the
sprawled beautiful unconscious women on my bed coldly, wondering how to
extract my revenge. I had heard a lot of reports on the news lately about
how the evil king had been frantically searching for his escaped wife, and
I figured that I could easily let the both of them fall into his clutches.
So I bound the two together with some random bits of rope, tying their thin
wrists together, and the knees and ankles, so that they were pressed
together breast to breast, supple hip to hip, locked in an unwanted and
inescapable final embrace. Then, as a finishing touch, I bent the double
ended vibrator into a u shape and plunged each fat end into their still
sopping pussies. Let them pleasure each other for the rest of eternity, I
thought bitterly. I now planned to drag them out to the park, as it was
now night, and no one would see me, leave them there. Maybe I could find a
way to tip off the evil king so that he would find the two lesbian
adulterers more quickly.
I imagined the terrible vengeance we would wreak on them when he
discovered his unfaithful sluttish wife and her beautiful mistress. I
imagine them sitting naked and ashamed before his immense throne, bent over
and raped again and again from behind by each of his devoted soldiers until
every man had had his share. I imagined the two beauties drenched in cum
and tears, spent from pleasuring each soldier from a seemingly endless
line. And then when all the men had had their fill, the royal hounds being
set loose to take their bestial pleasure. I imagine my wife, bent over and
mounted by a massive howling canine, his furry cock slipping into her tight
and tired hole again and again, and her moaning in pleasure despite
herself, orgasming with the vile mutt at last and soaking up his filthy
seed.
The sheer thought of all the vile perversions I could force on these two
beautiful and graceful women made me hard again, and I moved to whisk them
away to their doom. But then I looked one last time into my wife's angelic
face, now cradled against Fiona's ample breasts. She looked so peaceful
sleeping there, innocent and helpless. And I realized that I could not
give them up. I switched on the vibrator, and as it rumbled in their
exhausted cunts, I left the bedroom in tears.
4
When I returned three days later, the house was empty. They had left me a
note, and nothing more. In it, Lauren said how she deeply regretted
breaking my trust, but could not resist Fiona's advances from day one. It
had begun innocently enough, with some light petting and giggles, but
before long, they were busy eating each other out and pumping each other
with the two ended dildo my wife had run out and bought in secret, solely
to use with her exotic new love.
The women's sexual appetite had seemed inexhaustible, and they constantly
found new and exciting places and positions in which to pleasure each
other. My wife quickly broke her code of ethics and let Fiona ream and ram
her from every which way with the amazing pleasure-inducing dildo. Their
tongues had dried up and become numb from so much licking and sucking, but
still they needed more, as if drugged. But Lauren had insisted through all
this that she had tried to love me and be faithful to me, and perform her
nightly duties as a wife.
Eventually Fiona remembered why the king had wanted her dead. Apparently
she had cheated on him with every woman and girl in the palace, seducing
old grandmothers and nubile teens alike, giving them pleasure and taking
from them more than any man could give. It was her blessing and curse as
the Queen of the Nymphs. But she hadn't just used my wife, she insisted.
Their really was a strong bond of love between them, greater than anything
she had ever known. When she had bent my wife over countless times, and
lifted her tight beautiful ass into the air and rammed her repeatedly with
the dildo strapped to her as if she were a man, she had done so not out of
carnal lust alone, but with a tenderness of a soul mate and true love.
I suddenly got hard from reading the explicit note and had to quickly
masturbate before I could finish reading. I imagined Fiona mounting my
wife and ramming her vigorously like a man, only with infinite more
tenderness and care. I splooged all over the kitchen floor, but kept
reading.
The two women, Lauren wrote, had gone away forever, so as not to hurt me
again. They had hoped to live with me together, experiencing nightly three
way orgies of love, but it had become apparent that my manly jealously
would not permit this. So they had left and would never return.
I wept and wept as I read this, cursing myself for my stupidity. And sure
enough, I never saw my wife or the exotic stranger, the Queen of the
Nymphs, ever again.