The following story is a work of fiction.  This story is intended
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY.
Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve
consensual or non-consensual sexual acts, which may not be legal
in all localities. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the legal age of
consent in your local
jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, please STOP READING
NOW.

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Kerry (MF(?) oral magic caut snuff?)
By Egress

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	Not again!
	The car coughed, sputtered, then died as I sweared a blue streak
wider than the road.  I pull off of the road onto a green patch
and raise the hood.  'Bonett' they call 'em here.  Ireland's a
beautiful place, but when your car dies it might as well be the
middle of the desert.  You don't want to leave it, but there
aren't all that many cars around to offer assistance.
	Actually I have only seen 2 or 3 cars in the past few hours. 
Strange, but on these tiny little roads in the outer edges of
county Kerry I shouldn't expect too much.  After an hour of
tinkering with no success I lock up the car and start walking
back along the road.
	There are two kinds of road.  One is the engineer's dream; long,
straight swaths of concrete and tarmac.  The target has been
sighted, and we're following along the shortest course.  A road
with a plan.  This was the other.  Follow a drunk around as he
stumbles generally towards a light he thinks he sees in the sky.
Keep going long enough and you just might get somewhere.
	Sometimes the switchbacks were so tight that you could see the
road as it passed by.  For the first hour I just enjoyed the
scenery.  During the second hour I got bored and just wanted to
get there.  At the third hour I was going bonkers, and by the
fourth I could not deal with the stinking road anymore.
	That's it.  Enough.  I stop, hands on hips, looking at the next
curve in the road, then over at the trees to my right.  They look
so cool, so inviting.  It's almost as if the cool shade has been
calling to me for the past hour.
	I step off of the tarmac and walk paralell to the road for a
bit, the blades of grass soft beneath my hard shoes, the leaves
soft against my face.
	The road to my left turns hard right and I see it ahead of me
through the trees.  I turn to cut off a corner and follow a small
path through the woods and enjoy the scenic path.  After a few
precious minutes of solitude the road returns, a depressing
sight.  I decide to paralell the road from a bit farther in, and
keep it just at the edge of my sight.
	The forest is old here.  There are less bushes and more trees,
with the occasional clearing.  I stop for a moment in one of the
clearings and listen to the wind making the trees moan, the
rustle of leaves, the branches clicking as they touch.  It is
almost a language.
	As I crouch down and touch the grass, a sound of laughter
reaches my ears.  Gentle and light like sunlight on your face;
happiness without a care in the world.  How delightful!  I look
up and see a pair of green eyes and a cascade of red hair peeking
at me from behind a large oak.
	"And what are you doin' runnin' through me woods now?"  Her
voice was gentle and her eyes twinkled at me from her hiding
place.  The Irish twang was a thing of beauty, melting my heart
where I stood.
	"Just taking a break under the trees.  My car broke down a
number of miles back that-a-way, and I had to walk back to town
for a tow."
	"My lucky day that you had ta walk through me glen.  I was out
and about lookin for a good, strong man.  I would say you're the
one to keep a lass like me young and happy."
	"What's this about?"
	"Oh, I'm just looking about for a fine, strong man."
	"Really..."
	"Sure and I am.  I've got an itch.  Would ya be likin to scratch
it now?"
	Her arm appeared from behind the tree, soft, delicate, and long.
 A smooth finger waggled me forwards, and as I came towards her I
noticed the bare shoulder peeking out from its place behind the
old oak.
	"Go on and sit down under that tree there."  The hand indicated
a young oak at the edge of the clearing.  I tried to move to a
better vantage point and see more of my intriguing hostess, but
she hid again.  This time though, I caught a flash of softer
skin.  She was naked behind the tree!  Well, at least topless. 
Now this could get interesting!
	I thought about what I had seen so far.  She seemed to be in
that "Young Adult" stage; some time between 18 and 24.  Good
looking and with at least one nice breast for me to try to get
closer to.  And while her arms seem to be good and toned, she
shouldn't be strong enough for me to be in any kind of trouble. 
Why not.  So I go over to the indicated tree and take a seat
facing the meadow; that way I will be able to watch her as she
approaches from the side of my eye.
	And here she comes.  I watch as she flits from tree to tree,
naked as the day she was born, ending up behind the one I sit at.
 She's in great shape, a nice, flat belly and a slight puff of
red hair at her crotch.  Two pretty little mounds stand proudly
on her chest, her nipples small round circles bouncing as she
moves.
	Her hands caress my arms from behind the tree, massaging my
shoulders and neck, then touching my face.  Her dainty hands
stroke my cheeks, then make their way to the collar of my shirt,
deftly unbuttoning first one, then another button.  When the
reach becomes too much she appears at my side, sitting on her
heels, one hand on my shoulder, the other continuing her work.
	I lift my right hand to stroke her breast.  A thrill runs
through me as I touch the soft swell, kneeding it gently.  She
sighs as I stroke her nipple, lightly tugging at the hardened
tip, then lifting her whole breast in my hand and squeezing
lightly.
	She leans forwards to pull at my belt.  I take advantage of her
angle, lifting her breast and taking it into my mouth, sucking
gently.  I taste her sweat as I kiss her breast, migrating
towards her nipple inch by slow inch.  She pauses as my belt
comes free, moaning as she raises herself upto on her knees and
pressing herself onto my mouth, almost cutting off my air as her
chest presses against my face.
	With a sigh she pulls back, her nipple poping from my mouth. 
She caresses my face, then her hands reach down to unzip my
slacks and I raise myself up as she tugs them down along my legs,
rising to pull off my shoes as they impede her progress, and then
remove my pants, tossing them to the side.
	She approaches me as I remove my shirt, kneeling to face me, and
as I finally appear before her as nude as she is, she takes my
head between her hands and holds my mouth to her breast and I
suck, first lightly, then harder.  With a squeel of delight she
re-positions my lips on her other nipple and as I suck I realize
that there is a slight, sweet flavor to her nipples.  A sweetness
that I can't quite describe, but one that makes me hungry for
more.  It's a compulsion beyond reason and I realize as she pulls
away that I was sucking with enough force to leave a bruise.
	She doesn't seem to mind, smiling down at me as she backs up a
bit, then leans forwards, looking me in the eye as her cool
fingers dance about on my hardening cock.
	"Mmmmmm.  I think it's time for a snack of my own.  Every little
seed needs some attention, don't you think?"
	I sigh as her lips touch my penis, slowly and smoothly tracing
their way along its length.  The tree, grass and sky all feel
brighter than I remember seeing them before.  She sucks at me and
I feel myself harden at her touch.  Small movements forward and
back help to bring the blood to my cock, her tongue stroking the
underside of my shaft like she were pulling at me with each
stroke.  I've never had a blow-job done this well.
	Her hand strokes my balls, lifting and softly squeezing the
sack, and I start to moan in time with her strokes.
	Up and down bobs her head with a long, slow cadence.  I let my
fingers weave their way in among her coppery tresses, not trying
to control her rythm, just enjoying the feeling of her hair
between my fingers and as it spills outwards, stroking my inner
thighs.
	Lips tightly locked around my now rock-hard cock, tongue
flicking at the sensitive underside, she pulls backwards until
only the head is in her mouth.  A light popping sound as she
pulls off altogether, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

	Oooh, she nipped at my dickhead with her teeth, flicking the
enlarged knob with her tongue, then slowly swallowing more and
more of my penis until her face presses my pubic hair to my body,
her tongue still extended tickles at my balls.  In and out and in
and out, she drives me crazy, and I feel the cum rise in my balls
as the earth presses at my buttox.
	In and out and in and out, then she slows her pace as my body
shakes from the nearness of the orgasm.  She pauses, looking up
into my face with only the head in her mouth again.  It drops out
as she tells me more than asks me, "You know you are mine now,
don't you?"
	I nod dumbly as she resumes the motion, speeding faster and
faster, my penis flashing into view then being buried in her
throat until I call out as I cum, and she stops, catching all of
the hot sperm in her mouth as her fingers reach up and tweak my
nipples.
	"Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh" I yell as the semen floods forth, yet she
neither spills it nor swallows any, merely catching my offering
between her lips.
	When I finally quiet down I feel tremendously drained, and I
don't even move a muscle as she pulls back, letting my flacid
cock fall from her lips.  I find myself watching in fascination
as she crawls back six feet or so, then digs a small hole in the
ground with her fingers and lets the cum drop from her mouth in a
long, slow stream, filling the hole.  As I watch my semen drain
into the earth a strange sensation fills me.  I still feel
Slightly high from my orgasm, drained and good, but for some
reason my back feels glued to the tree, my butt rooted to the
ground, and try as I might I can't muster the engergy to get up.
It's like she sucked all of my strength from me.
	"You know, lad," she says, "it's dangerous playing with a nymph
in the forest.  We tend to take a lot out of our menfolk."
	She bows down and sucks on my nipple and I feel my penis
beginning to harden as her hands caress it.  "We love men, you
know.  You just don't happen along as often as we need."
	My dick is hard now, though I don't know how she did it; I feel
tired all over from that orgasm, still kind of dazed.  She sits
in my lap, hugging my body with her arms, her legs encircling
both the tree and me.  My hard penis is trapped between us and
she flexes her hips, rubbing my penis against her cunt, her labia
splitting apart and spreading their moist warmth as they stroke
up and down.
	She pulls herself upwards, pressing my face against her breasts
as I feel my dick slide along her cleft to the entrance to her
vagina.  She pauses, then slowly decends, her vagina clutching
tightly at my penis.  Each inch is a battle; hard pressing at the
tight opening, each centimeter a wave of pleasure fills us both.
Finally she rests in my lap and looks deep into my eyes.
	"Do you know much about nymphs?  Some say we steal men to make
our own children.  This isn't always true.  When the creator put
us on this planet, he gave us bodies like these to please men
when their womenfolk were away.  Often we'll just take a man for
our own pleasure, and certainly for his!
	We first appear when our tree is thirteen years old, looking
like a thirteen year old girl.  We do age, though like the oaks
we come from we do so slowly.  Eggs are only given to us every
twenty years, but as the egg ripens so does our appearance.  If
we don't find a mate to fertilize our egg within a year we age
along with it.  As it has been over ten years since anyone came
this way, my egg has come and it needs you to become firtile."
	She began to rotate her hips, stirring my cock where it rested
inside of her.  After a moment she began to stroke up and back,
then grinding her bush into me as her clit ground into my shaft.
She moved her hands to the tree behind me and brought her legs
back around under her, kneeling and levering herself up and down,
her insides stroking my dick, massaging my turgid shaft as she
went up and down.  She began to pant, sweating from the effort.
	Her cunt was so tight, so wonderfully slick, that I felt myself
begin to approach another orgasm, and I could feel that it would
be a big one.
	She lifted herself up, squatting so that our only point of
contact was now my penis.  I could feel the air cooling it as she
pulled away, then her amazing heat as she engulphed me.
	"You know," she said, panting as she kept pounding herself on my
penis, the cool air magnifying my sensations, "I have to admit
that you came along a lot more easily than I would have expected.
 Are you that careless, or did you no longer care what happened
to your soul?"
	With a great difficulty I asked, "What do you mean?"   My cock
was increadibly hard, and she was rapidly bringing me to orgasm.
	"Don't you know?  When nymph has a daughter, she cannot give her
a soul.  That's what we're doing now.  I need your soul for my
daughter.  When you cum your soul will be taken into the seed
that I bear, then planted with your willingly given seed near to
my own tree.  One day she will be beautiful, our daugher, and win
the hearts of many men!"
	She kept babbling on as she ruthlessly fucked herself on my
dick, my orgasm quickly approaching.  	"Noooooo!" I cried out,
trying to raise my arms to fend her off, but whatever she had
done to me earlier held my arms to the sides.
	"Oh, now you see it, do you?  You are going to cum into me,
heart and soul.  Just as we cannot live without a soul, neither
can you.  Cum, love, cum.  Make me a beautiful daughter!"
	I tried not to listen.  I tried not to cum, not to think about
the sweet surrender that was so quickly approaching, but her cunt
clung to my dick so tightly.  I could feel her inner muscles
clutch at me, squeezing rythmically as her own orgasm approached.
	"Yes, my man, cum for me!  I'm close, oh so close!  Cum and push
me over the edge!  Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"
	I tried to ignore her chant, but those words; cum, cum, cum... 
I could feel my balls tightening, my vision narrowing as it came
closer.  No.  I can't... I can't!!!!  I... I...
	"AaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahh!"
	The forest screamed with me.  My toes curled as I came, but the
heat radiating from my bare skin turned cold.  The frigid
sensation swept up my legs to my scrotum.  I could feel the cum,
so hot as it first fired from my balls grow cold.  Sensation like
ice beginning at my fingers and my head drew together as the
warmth moved from me into her.  The only motion I was capable of
was to thrust dumbly into her cunt as both seed and soul traveled
the length of my shaft to enter her.
	Slowly the sensations calmed.  I felt her kiss my forehead as
she lifted off of my body.  She squatted over the hole that she
had put my first cum into, then a blob like an acorn fell from
her cunt, drenched in my cum.  She covered the hole with a gentle
pat.  She sighed, touched me on the cheek, then turned and walked
back into the forrest.
	The cold sensation filled me and I found I couldn't move at all.
 What, I thought, can a body do without a soul.  Is there
anything more?  Then, like smoke in the night all thought fled.
