You come to at 6 in the morning, half an hour before you usually have to get up. Amazingly, you feel totally refreshed, despite getting maybe ninety minutes of sleep the whole 'night'. There's no sign of the nymph, except for a patch of dried semen on your abdomen. Maybe it was just a wild dream, or the nymph magically disappeared, or something; you're not sure what you could do about her anyway.
You get up and stretch, and notice you have a rock solid erection. You don't remember having morning wood like this since you were a teenager. It seems larger than it did before: you assume it's your mind playing tricks on you.
You walk towards the bathroom, and take a shower. The water feels wonderful against your skin. And your love muscle feels --- different, somehow. You're more than satiated since your marathon session last night, however, and don't experiment.
You dry off, and you're about to head to the bedroom to get dressed when you hear some high pitched squeaking from your living room. You walk in, and the nymph looks at you and smiles. Her skin looks like it's glowing, slightly; soon after she sees you, the glow turns a slightly rosier shade of pink.
She looks at your hardened member, and licks her lips. You look at her skeptically: you loved last night, but you have other things to do today! She makes doe eyes, and holds her hands out, making a small cup out of them, as if to emphasize she only wants a little. Then she puts her hands to her bare midriff, holding her stomach. You wonder where she had gotten her food when she lived in the forest!
You point one finger, as if to say "just a moment", and carry her in one hand to the kitchen table. She watches you as you make yourself a bowl of cereal, a look of puzzled curiousity on her face when you pour milk onto it. But her eyes often look back to your proud member, and she licks her lips in anticipation.
You sit down at the table with your breakfast, and help her down to hers. The sensation is much milder this time around as you contentedly eat your cereal. You still feel her hot body clasped around the shaft of your penis, with her warm tongue focusing on the tender place where the underside meets the head. It's nothing compared to last night, but it's a very pleasant way to spend breakfast, you decide.
You feel her body shift around your cock, and then you feel her breasts resting on the crown of your mushroom head, as she holds herself up to lick at the lubrication caused by her ministrations. A single hot thread of her hot juices trickles continuously down your shaft. Soon, you finish, and as you pull away from the table, you look down to see her looking up at you mischeviously, as she gives your penis a kiss. You smile back.
She looks pointedly up to your bowl of cereal: you bring her to the table, and you lift her to it. She leans into the bowl and tastes some, and gives you a look of total awe. She stands back up, and looks at you while squeezing a breast, pointing at the milk at the bottom: her eyes are wide with hope. You shrug, and give a quick nod.
She gasps and shudders with what looks like an orgasm, and her eyes roll up into her head, before she dives headfirst into the bowl of leftover milk. You chuckle as you head for your bedroom. Your nymphish friend is nothing if not charming!
You start pulling out clothes to wear, but somehow your heart isn't in it. You need to get dressed, but somehow clothes feel superfluous --- you feel fine just the way you are, stark naked and with a prominent erection. Which is madness, of course! You try to shake yourself out of it, but the feeling doesn't go away... |