The vaginal opening was slightly parted now, and the bushy darkness of the abyss was inviting me like a mirage in a desert. I knew it was impossible f...or me to get there, but the formula was to enjoy the mirage as long as it lasted! And I decided to do the same! I started masturbating slowly, since I was already on the verge of cumming, and enjoyed fantasizing about putting my dick in that pussy. My dick was nearly six inches and I hoped it’d reach the break-even point in a year or two. I. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! You give me another six strikes which are a little hard to take at the end. My ass is stinging. It is a bright pink now. My pussy leaks more of its sweet juices on your leg. You feel it and struggle not to mount me and fuck me. I wiggle my bottom back and forth as much as I can to relieve the stinging. Your hand produces slight relief with rubbing before finger fucking me again. Pain and pleasure become one now; I lose the ability to decipher one from. She pushes the robe off my shoulders and we stand, close, barely touching, our nipples millimeters apart, again prolonging the moment, not wanting to rush this most precious time. I am breathing deeply, already aroused beyond anything I have ever known. She smiles, whispers my name and we collide in a frenzy of kissing, touching, stroking, our bodies molded, my thigh between hers, our breasts crushed flat together the rough flesh of the nipples rubbing. My hands run up and down her back,. So every day I showered sweat and cum off my body and, when needed, cleaned the carpet. But it turns out I was wrong, my erotic jogging problem was not due to a twisted sexual fetish, but because of a Nymph. Diomede the Nymph to be precise. I know this because one day I met her. That fateful day I was jogging through the forest and I heard singing off to the right. I looked over and spotted a woman hanging by one hand from the branch of a tree. It's odd that I noticed the tree, because she was.