The Girl on the Stairs
written by:
xpurrteez

The Girl on the Stairs

In the midst of a fire evacuation, middle-aged Ray meets a mysterious young girl and he is slowly drawn into an intense relationship with her. This is a very long tease story that explores the existence of nymphs. The ending is explosive and extreme with every conceivable kind of sex with her then a threesome with her aunt.

Ray Haines struggled to sleep with an indefinable persistent noise that was filling his bedroom. He had awoken once again with a pyjama trouser filling erection. It had been like this almost every night for the last month. In all his fifty plus years he had never experienced such a plague. Each night he would sleep only fitfully and would dream of an exquisitely beautiful woman he had seen only once over a year ago. Each time he dreamed of her, she was dressed in little else but revealing and arousing lingerie. The scenario was always the same. She seduced him relentlessly and he would explode inside any one of her delectable orifices. Often he woke up sticky from the wet dream but always he awoke with a painfully hard cock.

Drifting in and out of consciousness in the darkness, the outline of the room and that unrelenting sound defied his focus. Ray squinted at the digital clock on the bedside table. 3-45 a.m. As he batted his eyes open the sound began to register. It was... it was... a fire alarm. It was too early for a fire drill. It must actually be a fire. Ray leaped out of bed, turned on the lights, and hurriedly pulled on the crumpled suit pants and shirt he had worn the previous day, which lay carelessly on the floor where he had left them. He cursed the useless erection that he had to force between the waistband of his pants as he zipped himself in, put on the shirt and grabbed his suit jacket for warmth.

Although he was quickly awakening, Ray was still haunted by his dream and the enticing woman in it. He had only seen her once in all the time he had lived in the building, down in the lobby as she was arriving just as he was heading out. The legend had it that she was the heir of a well-known modelling agency and exclusive lingerie design label who owned the building and sometimes used the penthouse on the top floor. Long time residents spoke in awe about the wild sexy parties and the constant flow of breathtakingly beautiful women and wealthy men of all ages when she was in town.

Angel, as she was known, was the jewel in the crown of these beauties. An angelic featured, petite silken haired blonde woman in her early thirties, she cut a stunning figure in person. Ray had ogled her for years as she graced the cover of Vogue and other fashion magazines in skimpy lingerie and sexy underwear or less. She was barely 5'4" tall but with the most shapely and firmest figure on earth, a truly heavenly creature hence the name, Angel. She oozed sexuality with her small round pert breasts, usually clenched together and thrust upwards into an eye-catching cleavage, her slender waist, curvaceous hips and long shapely legs always drew attention to the world's most adored ass. The only time Ray had seen her, he had watched in awe as she ascended the stairs that led toward the penthouse elevator, her exquisite legs revealed by a micro mini skirt, which also threatened to reveal her panties. She had turned just enough to smile at him in the way that men love to be smiled at, knowingly and with the barest hint of desire. It was this heavenly creature that had occupied his dreams for weeks now.

With the sound of heavy footsteps echoing down the hall, Ray now forced himself to pay attention to the fire alarm, slid on his topsiders and headed for the front door, pausing briefly to get his passport and wallet. When he opened the door there was indeed a small quantity of smoke visible and the smell of burnt wood assaulted his nostrils. The smoke appeared to be coming from his floor down the hallway. Some fire fighters were pounding on the doors of the residents helping to evacuate the building as they fought to bring the fire under control. The building was an old one, tastefully Art Deco but fashionably renovated and faithful to the original design. He wisely decided against taking the elevator and opened instead the door to the fire stairs and began to walk down. He had moved only to the next landing when he heard above him the evocative sound of a woman crying. He turned and looked up.

There on the flight up from where he had just been was what appeared to be a young girl, staggering on the stairs and talking incoherently. Some of what he heard sounded like French, other bits he caught were in English but obscured by her crying. He rushed back up the stairs toward her and as he drew closer a shaft of moonlight that split the decorative window in the stairwell illuminated her; the girl was nearly naked and enchantingly beautiful. As he approached, she appeared young, perhaps only seventeen. Her face in the moonlight was like that of an angel but her body seemed speckled or mottled by some strange substance, almost as if skin the all over her body had peeled off after a serious sunburn. She was wearing only the tiniest pair of white string bikini panties stretched tightly around her curvaceous hips with a tiny white silk triangle framing her nubile pussy. A diamond stud glistening in her navel reflected the moonlight in its many facets.

Poised on the stairwell, stunned by the sheer beauty of the girl, Ray's eyes travelled the complete length of her body, captivated by her incredible shapely silhouette caught for that moment in the moonlight. Her breasts were absolute perfection, perfectly round and firm and upturned with delicate but erect pink nipples. She was a cock-achingly gorgeous young girl appearing on the precipice of blooming womanhood. It was as if the woman in his recurring dream had just materialised as this bedazzling young girl. A rush of unexplained sexual thoughts and lurid scenes raced through Ray's head. It was as if the future was being revealed to him as a series of sex videos, each one revealing in mere microseconds his seduction by this strangely enchanting girl and his lusty partaking of her divine treasures.

Ray drew in his breath and shook his head to reclaim some measure of reality. Then he moved forward, slipping off his coat to place around her shoulders to help conceal her nakedness from his greedy eyes. He took her arm and helped her down the stairs towards the exit four floors below. There was a great commotion coming from the lower floors as Ray and the girl began to merge with other residents, now waking late from their sleep to escape the fire.

The girl walked obediently beside him wrapped in his suit coat, shivering as she moved and still mumbling incoherently. Ray tried not to focus on the delightful curves of her heavenly body, the small firm round nubile young breasts peering between the lapels of his jacket, her slender, shapely legs stretching out as she walked down the stairs. The incessant images of his wishful thinking was still flooding his mind and causing his damned erection to remain and to throb painfully. As he guided her down each step cautiously, Ray was conscious of the intoxicating scent of this beauty noticeable above the smell of flames that filled the air. It was as if every time her scent filled his nostrils a new rush of erotic images filled his mind. When they finally reached the exit he pushed through the emergency door and onto the street, spilling over into the alleyway that greeted the fire exit.

‘Are you alright?' he asked the shivering girl.

‘Where am I? I'm confused... what is happening?' she said haltingly, then began to babble in the strange French-like tongue that she had first spoken on the stairs.

Ray guided her towards the main street and the waiting ambulance where paramedics were attending to a few residents afflicted with smoke inhalation. He presumed that the girl was in shock and would require some sort of treatment. Ray could see the effect that the scantily clad girl exerted on the paramedic. But the young man seemed to successfully fight off his base urges and remained completely professional, even while checking out her spectacular body as he examined the strange loose skin that covered it.

‘Are you all right, Miss?' the paramedic asked. ‘Have you been hurt?'

‘I... I... I'm not sure. I'm so... confused...'

‘I think we should take you in for observation, Miss,' the young paramedic said. ‘Just to be sure.'

Ray turned away as the young man prepared to lead the girl to the safety and comfort of the ambulance. From his vantage point, it was obvious that the fire had been a small one contained by the fire fighters to only one apartment on his floor. It seemed obvious that it would be safe to return home in a few hours or so. But then the girl spoke, her words burning into Ray as the flames had lapped at the building. Ray looked back toward the ambulance.

‘Wait... I... please... I want... him with me...' the girl said, her large eyes focused on Ray. ‘Please.'

The paramedic glanced over at Ray as if pondering the relationship between this incredibly enchanting young girl and the older man who had rescued her from the fire.

‘Can you... come... with me?' the girl asked Ray plaintively, her voice light and fearful and hesitant. ‘I'm so confused. I don't know who I am or how I got here. Can you help me?'

Ray saw the pleading in her eyes and knew that no one could deny her anything, certainly not him. So he helped the paramedic guide her toward the ambulance, taking her other arm and feeling her weight shift fully into the support of his strong arm. During the ride to the hospital, the paramedic carefully examined her, intensely curious about the mottled skin that seemed to be sloughing off her exquisite body. Ray felt a twinge of jealousy while watching the young man open up the jacket and swab her skin in an effort to cleanse her, gliding a antiseptic cloth over her neck and shoulders, her bare breasts and belly, and her long shapely legs, but then he was amused by the severe blush that tinged the young paramedic's cheeks.

At the hospital, when the clerk came to take the girl's information, she looked up at Ray helplessly. Just as before, there was a strange supplication in her eyes, which thoroughly captivated Ray. There was something in her gaze that he could not escape. He calmly stepped up to the clerk and began to offer the needed information, using his daughter's name and ID.

‘Chloe. What a wonderful name!' the matronly clerk replied, although her sceptical glance darting between the girl and Ray couldn't trace any family resemblance.

Ray wasn't sure why he had done this but it seemed to be less of a hassle than to have her report severe amnesia. He waited with her for several hours until she had been assessed and examined and ogled by doctors and endless specialists until they finally agreed that she was in a mild state of shock, gave her a sedative, and said that she would be better off at home in familiar surroundings. The nurses were kind enough to loan her a loose fitting hospital gown and robe and called for a taxi.

Ray escorted her to the cab and rode with her back to their apartment building. They didn't speak a word until the girl leaned against him and looked up into his eyes.

‘Hold me... please...' she insisted softly.

As Ray slid his arm around her delicate shoulders, his eyes wandered over her luscious form in the relative calm and silence. With every breath of her intoxicating scent, his mind generated images of wanton abandoned sex with her, flooding his senses, sending waves of haunting tingles throughout his body. Her warm skin now cleansed of the sticky substance, glowed in the lingering moonlight that flickered through the windows of the cab. Ray was again made conscious of the erection he had awoken with, which had stayed with him even until now, and he felt uncomfortable. The sexual images were constant and vivid in his imagination now and he oscillated between the paternal concern for this confused and vulnerable young girl and the deep sexual desire that raged in his mind and body.

‘Here we are, mate,' the cab driver called out as he pulled up to their address. With dawn approaching, the fire apparatus had left and there was little evidence other than the damp street to indicate there had been any sort of emergency.

Ray reached up to press some bills into the driver's hand. Despite the handsome tip, the cab driver was not above stealing one last good look at the girl as they climbed out of the cab. Like every other man she had come into contact with this night, Ray had noticed that the cab driver had been unable to peel his eyes away from this enchantingly beautiful girl.

‘What floor are you on?' Ray asked as their footsteps echoed along the marble lined lobby.

‘The Penthouse,' the girl said softly, her voice a tender purr. ‘But... can I... stay with you? I don't want to be alone... I'm so frightened.'

‘Of course,' Ray agreed, partially because of his paternal concern and partially because he wasn't ready to let her go. They used the elevator to his apartment.

‘You know... because I wasn't wearing any clothes... the doctors thought I had been raped... and was in trauma,' she said suddenly in the elevator. ‘They tested me to see if I had... well, you know, been touched... and they told me I was a still a virgin.'

The words struck at Ray as he stood patiently besides her, using every bit of his protective fatherly nature to wrestle back his burning desire kindled anew with her every inflammable word. He recalled the condescending judgmental glances and jealous leers that the doctors and attendants had shown him at the hospital. That they might have suspected something criminal of him stung him almost as much as he own conflicting desires.

‘Finally, they told me I was still shaky and I'd better not be alone,' the girl went on. ‘I guess they thought you were my father.'

This was the most lucid she had been all night. It was now close to 7 a.m. and as they left the elevator Ray felt her cling to him tightly. ‘So do you remember anything before the fire?' he asked. ‘I mean it's good that they made sure that you hadn't been violated.' The door of the elevator opened and Ray led her out into the hallway. He paused and looked down at her innocent, angelic face. ‘You seem puzzled about the fact that they said you were still a virgin. I mean how old are you? I don't even know your name. My name is Ray by the way...'

‘I... I... I don't know. My name or my age,' the girl replied. ‘But it is nice to meet you, Ray.'

She gave him a soft enchanting smile and they turned down the hallway to walk towards his apartment. With his hand around her slender waist, she nuzzled him like a sleepy child does their father, leaning her angelic head on his shoulder.

‘It must sound strange that I don't remember my name,' the girl said. ‘The doctors kept calling me Chloe but that's the name you gave them. But strange thing is that I do remember having had sex before... lots of times. That's what's so puzzling. I distinctly remember that, but don't know my name. Before the fire and meeting you on the staircase, I remember lying in a deep sleep and I was dreaming of having sex.'

‘Do you remember who it was you dreamt of as a partner? Maybe we can track him down and find out who you are. Surely in the morning, we can just go upstairs to the penthouse and find out from your belongings up there,' Ray said as he opened the door to his apartment and led her into the lounge.

‘That's what is really weird,' the girl remarked. ‘Are you certain that you've never seen me before?'

‘No, I would remember someone as pretty as you,' Ray replied. ‘You look very familiar to me but I don't know you. You resemble Miss Angel who apparently owns this building, but she is a lot older than you and I heard living in Europe these days. The penthouse does belong to her or her company. Perhaps you are a relative?'

‘Oh! So if you don't know me then... this is going to sound really weird. It's... well don't get offended... please you've been so kind to me. But I remember having sex with you in my dreams. Perhaps I have you confused with someone else, but standing here with you now, I feel it was definitely you.'

‘Wow! Most men in their fifties would remember having sex with a stunning young woman like you!' Ray laughed jauntily.

‘Unless you were under-aged, in which case, they'd better watch out because the bait on that jail term is impossibly appealing. Anyway, what would a hot young chick like you possibly get from a man almost three times your age? Why, I have a daughter not much younger than you. Her name is Chloe. Which reminds me, Chloe left some clothing behind in her old bedroom before she left to move in with her mother. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you borrowed something until we get into your apartment later. Come with me and we'll find something for you to wear that is a little bit more elegant than these hospital robes. What shall we call you then until we know your name?'

The girl glanced at the row of Christmas cards on the mantle before she followed him down the hall to the spare bedroom.

‘Call me Noelle! I can be your first Noelle.'

‘Nice to meet you, Noelle," Ray said with a chuckle, taking her tiny hand in his for a shake.

Chloe's old room was decorated with teen girl posters of pop stars and assorted fluffy toys and cutesy decorations. Ray opened the drawers and indicated to Noelle that she could take her pick from a plethora of colourful petite teen underwear and sleep wear and then opened cupboards to show a selection of dresses, skirts and tops. Noelle rummaged through the underwear drawer and selected a sweet yellow bikini panty and camisole.

‘I think I need a little more sleep," Noelle remarked. ‘Would you mind if I slept for a while? I'd like to shower and change first though.'

Ray agreed and showed her the shower and left her in peace as he made himself a cup of tea. He reclined in his favourite armchair, recalling the events of the night, the persistent dreams, the fire, discovering the girl, Noelle, her enchanting beauty, her incredible sexuality, the moments of closeness inhaling her delightfully intoxicating scent. With his eyes closed, Ray could sense her presence in his apartment and the sensations that her nearness was bringing to his being. His body was tensed and taut, there was a definite tingling in his belly and thighs, and his cock throbbed madly, greedily. After about half an hour the shower had stopped and he could hear the sound of her moving in Chloe's bedroom. He sipped the last of his tea and walked down the hallway to check on her. Halfway to the door he heard the sounds of her moaning. Given her condition, for a moment he thought she was in pain, but as he took a few more steps toward the partially closed door, he could hear and then see that she was masturbating.

‘Oh, Ray! I want you inside me! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Oh, yeah! It's sooooooo big, darling! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Fuck my hot lil pussy, darling!'

The sharp explicitness of her words startled him. Ray was shocked to hear his name being called out as through the partly opened door his eyes caught sight of the sexy young girl with her fingers buried inside the scanty yellow briefs, massaging her clit eagerly. Her other hand cupped and squeezed her firm round breasts, pausing to pinch her nipples through the soft yellow fabric of the camisole as she writhed around on the bed. Noelle came quickly and loudly and even from the doorway Ray could see that the panties had been soaked by the squirt of her orgasm. She withdrew her fingers from the panties and smeared the sweet jism on her lips, sucking her fingers hungrily. He waited for her moans and writhing to subside before knocking on the door.

‘Noelle? Are you all right?'

‘It's ok, Ray. You can come in,' Noelle replied with a hearty giggle.

Cautiously Ray pushed at the door, swinging it open wider, enough to see Noelle sprawled across the bed, her slender shapely legs spread askew. She propped herself up on her elbows and gave Ray a sexy satisfied smirk. Her nipples were clearly protruding into the thin yellow fabric of the camisole top and there was a very noticeable wet spot on the crotch of the panties. Ray could feel his pulse pound loudly while his cock throbbed greedily at the sight of the nubile young girl who had just finished finger-fucking herself.

‘Sorry. I must have made a lot of noise,' Noelle confessed. ‘And I've made your daughter's panties all wet though I've only had them on five minutes. It's just that I'm feeling nauseous and when I cum the strange hunger and feeling in the pit of my stomach goes away. You must think I'm a real slut, don't you? I mean you've seen me naked and now heard me masturbating in your daughters underwear.' Noelle fell back onto the bed and clutched at one of the pillows pulling it down to cover her body.

‘No, no. I don't think badly of you,' Ray protested. ‘We all masturbate. I probably need to after being around you all night. God knows I've been perpetually hard since the moment I saw you on the stairs. Anyway, if it makes you feel better please don't let me stop you.'

‘So you are hard for me?' Noelle said teasingly, tossing the pillow to the side and sitting up on the bed. ‘Oh, and here's me thinking all night that I wanted to be with you, and even thinking about you when I masturbated! It's weird! I mean you want me too? I'm so horny, I can't explain it and I am so unbelievably attracted to you.'

‘I don't think my taking advantage of a girl who may not be legal age and who has just suffered a terrible trauma would be such a good idea, do you?' Ray asked. He didn't know her circumstances. She looked so youthful and so impossibly attractive, yet his conscience wouldn't allow him to seek his own greedy satisfaction at the expense of this enchanting girl's well being. ‘I mean, Noelle, I just couldn't do that no matter how much I wanted to. Besides, I've been a lawyer far too long to realize the implications of sex with minors, no matter how close to "legal" they are.'

‘You know, that's why I asked to be with you and asked you come to the hospital with me,' Noelle said softly, sliding to the edge of the bed and slipping off. Her small warm hands eased around Ray's waist. ‘From the moment I first saw you, I could tell that you are someone whom I can trust. I'm sorry, I was being silly about the sex thing, but I can't explain it. It's just always in my mind. I'm tired anyway. Either the sedative is taking effect or maybe there's no relaxant like a good orgasm to help get a girl to sleep. I don't want to be alone though. Can you... stay with me and hold me?'

Her arms were pulling at Ray, nudging him closer to the bed. She smiled and pulled down the sheets of the single bed and climbed in. Her eyes wandered to the erection in his trousers and she beckoned him with a crooked finger. Ray took a step towards the bed before removing his slacks and climbed in behind her, wrapping his arms around her, his giant erection aching in his shorts as she nestled against him, cooing like a satisfied dove. He pulled the sheets up over their bodies.

‘Ooh, you're so big and hard!' Noelle purred. ‘Are you sure you don't want me to help relieve some of the pressure? Do you want to masturbate too?'

She pushed her ass cheeks back until they touched his cock and wiggled excitedly against it until Ray moaned helplessly and pushed back against her.

‘Oh, God, I want to fuck you!' Ray said, the words spilling uncontrollably from his lips as Noelle's firm hard buns pressed back against his throbbing erection. He wanted her and it was so wrong and he was so torn between his heady desire and his need to do the right thing by her.

‘Tell me how much you want my hot wet, tight pussy, Ray!' Noelle cooed. ‘Cum for me, Ray!'

Noelle rocked her hips wiggling her ass cheeks up and down his cock until she felt him throb, her sweet little panties and warm sexy ass pressing and brushing against his rigid manhood. He clutched at her delicious breasts and kissed her neck hard. As she turned her mouth towards him, the touch of her lips tingled his and sent shivers through his body. He could taste her pussy juice on her lips and the scent and flavour invaded his senses and filled every nerve ending with desire. He was a moment away from ramming his cock into her from behind, but he resisted and instead rubbed his cock in the firm valley of her ass cheeks as she writhed and moaned excitedly. It had been days since he had last ejaculated and the sumptuous curves of her panty-clad ass rubbing against his extremely hard cock were bringing him to a quick heady climax. Within moments the excitement of the night filled his veins with blood and his cock throbbed uncontrollably. He spurted and came all over her hot ass and back. Shots of white heat spilled onto her skin. He realised that she had been touching herself because as his orgasm reached climax she too was writhing in pleasure again.

When they had both stopped ejaculating and moaning, Noelle turned to him and they kissed more sweetly than Ray had ever experienced. After he ran his hand over her back to wipe away his sticky seed, she drew his cum-soaked hand to her mouth and licked off his ejaculate like a greedy child with ice cream. They both sank into a deep sleep, the kind of post orgasmic sleep that lovers know, dreamless and deep.

Ray awoke earlier than she and glanced at his watch. It was 11 a.m. and he had better contact his office. When Ray had been married, he had a thriving and very profitable law practice. As a criminal lawyer he had been quite successful and, when he turned his hand to business law, his ruthless energy made him into a millionaire. After his marriage dissolved into a bland pointless ‘lets keep together for the child's benefit' farce, his wife had acted swiftly to secure a large slice of his assets and ready cash. He had been disappointed by her greed. She had never been a greedy person when he married her 20 years ago. Despite his legal prowess he didn't bother to resist her money grabbing assault and simply scaled down his business to make more time for himself and his daughter, Chloe.

His work now consisted of a few very wealthy investors and retainers that made work more of an optional aspect of his life and something he did for the challenge rather than the income. When he moved out of the family home initially, his devoted daughter came too but she was later seduced by her mother's constant spending on her with trips to Europe and shopping sprees. He had a problem underestimating the power of money on women, he thought. Anyway, he had since began to only do work he enjoyed and had more than enough to live on. He had recently acquired a new client who wanted to connect with a major web development group to develop websites for their lingerie and modelling agencies and the retainer from that would be paid into a private offshore account.

Ray entered his home office and phoned his secretary, Astrid, to reschedule what few appointments he had.

‘Yes, had a bit of a fire last night so I'm running late to say the least,' Ray related over the phone. ‘Guess we'll need to reschedule.'

‘So I had heard,' Astrid remarked. ‘It's been all over the news. Are you alright?'

‘I'm fine. The place is fine. Not even any smoke damage.'

‘Well, good then. I'll see what I can do about the schedule.'

‘Any thing urgent?'

‘Yes, actually. And also curious. Remember the S.H.E. Group?'

‘Yes, the infamous S.H.E. Group,' Ray chuckled, recalling how they had retained his services and wanted the connection to his web-development clients. He had dealt with their modelling and lingerie empire directly before but for some mysterious reason could not recall the context or even the brief. Most of his contact had been with a male CEO but the real power of this international company lie with its women. It was a strange family business with a matrilineal succession process, where the women from the two families held the power and ownership in the organisation. He vaguely remembered the beautiful the woman he met with at the time but all other memories were dim if not non-existent.

‘They've booked an appointment for tomorrow,' Astrid said. ‘Ms. Honeyton said she'd be happy to meet you at your home. She told me that she owns your building and would like to inspect the fire damage to the property with you. She also said something about legal documents for her eighteen-year-old niece. Anyway, she's apparently going to be staying in the penthouse of your building. She requested an appointment for 10 o'clock tomorrow. Is it ok? I said "yes." She is an unbelievably persuasive woman.'

‘That's fine," Ray replied, mulling over what Astrid had told him. ‘You may have helped solve a mystery for me. I believe I met her niece last night during the fire. She didn't happen to mention her niece's name, did she?'

Ray's mind was racing. If the niece was Noelle, then she was eighteen after all. Just the thought of her sent a lurid sexual image raging through his mind. God, he wanted her! The raging hard on in his pants had reawakened after the sleep and the flickering tantalizing images of sex with her became more vivid and explicit than ever.

‘No, she didn't mention a niece,' Astrid replied. ‘But I guess if she's a niece, she would be from The St. Sien side of the business. That's been a women-only kind of matrilineal business for about 200 years so I read somewhere. There's always been a group of three women in charge, two of them are generally models, and the other is an ex-model and managing director. God, the look of them makes Hollywood starlets look ordinary. Even I think they're pretty!'

‘Astrid, you are a font of information. Where does it come from?'

Ray paused for a minute as he turned and saw Noelle walk into the office from the bedroom. He smiled at her as she entered the room beaming and doe-eyed. He could see the remnants of their early morning sticky encounter stiffening the fabric of the camisole she wore and the back of the sweet yellow panties which were stretched across the most divine ass he had ever seen. Her sweet round tits clenched together in a luscious cleavage stretched the fabric of the teen camisole and showed the distinct outline of her hard nipples and the pert form of the sensual mounds.

Noelle smiled at him and glanced knowingly at his hard on which threatened to poke out over his shorts. She walked toward the bathroom with the kind of ‘look at me' walk that women have when they want to tease a man. She paused at the door, reached down and peeled off her camisole over her head, smiling sexily as she let her glorious tits bob free. She licked her lips and rubbed her hands over her breasts cupping them seductively, pinching the nipples and then letting them fall, smiling constantly knowing she was driving Ray insane with desire.

‘It's all the time you give me in this office with nothing much to do and a great salary,' Astrid giggled down the phone. ‘I just read gossip magazines and surf the net half the time.'

Her voice brought Ray back to the conversation but his eyes were still glued to the angelic form a few feet away from him. Noelle began to stretch her panties around, taking them off like a stripper, slowly and deliberately. The diamond stud in her navel glistened in the bright daylight streaming behind her from the bathroom, which had natural light spilling from the skylight. She had her thumbs hooked in the string bikini sides and began to slide them down and up seductively. Ray was lost for words as he struggled to catch a glimpse of her naked pussy. He felt somehow more confident now that he knew she was of legal age; even though she looked young, she seemed mature enough in most other important respects.

Noelle peeled the panties down and he gasped as he saw the neat patch of golden blonde hair that blossomed around her folds. He had never had a virgin in his life. His wife had taught him more about sex than he had learnt in his adolescence. The pretty prostitute that had been the source of release for him post divorce had pretended to be a virgin for him and it had turned him on more than any other time with his wife. He hadn't had sex for six months since then. His wife had starved him of sex too while giving one of his former partners a series of ‘damned good fucks' she had been proud enough to trumpet to him.

‘You are worth your weight in gold, Astrid. If I weren't through with women for good I'd marry you. Everything's ok here. Tell the client I'll meet her tomorrow as arranged. See if you can find out what her niece's first name is and text it to me. Thanks for everything.'

He hung up before Astrid could say any more and gazed at Noelle's naked form. She was massaging the folds of her bare pussy now, her fingers separating the tender lips so that he could see the pink wetness beneath. She found her clit and began to tease it and gasp loudly with each brush. Her other hand now fondled her left breast energising the nipple and fondling the weight of her young firm nubile flesh in the palm of her hand. Her orgasm came quick and violently and Ray saw a squirt of cum trickle down her thigh.

‘I, uh, think I know your name... um, at least your surname and family connections. Your family name is St. Sien, but I don't know your first name yet. And you are over eighteen by the way... just!'

‘Does that mean you can fuck me now?' Noelle asked breathlessly as if anticipating a positive response.

‘Oh, I guess... although it's complicated. I'm a lawyer and your aunt is a client. I'm not sure she would appreciate me fucking the daylights out of her niece. Generally, it's bad for business to have sex with clients, although I've never really had the opportunity much.'

‘I don't care really and there's no reason my aunt needs to know," Noelle replied. ‘If I'm old enough, then, I can make those decisions, don't you think?'

Ray managed to resist her clear invitation. He had had enough complicated sex and business clients to sort out in his life to know it was dangerous no matter how attractive the offer seemed at the time. Noelle smiled, turned and disappeared down the hallway. He could hear the shower and soon the sound of more orgasms emanating from the bathroom, carried by the steam of the water. God, he wanted her! He went to put on a robe and make them some brunch, busying himself in the kitchen in an effort to distract himself from his persistent hard on and the most exciting sexual opportunity of his life. By the time she emerged from the shower with a white towel around her breasts, he had brewed coffee and made a brilliant eggs Benedict, freshly squeezed orange juice, and toast.

‘Mmm, something smells good!' she said as she approached him slowly and seductively.

‘You go get some clothes on, young lady,' Ray insisted, ‘and come back and eat some brunch! And stop trying to seduce me! I've told you I can't go screwing a client!'

Noelle appeared disappointed but sauntered from the room licking her fingers. Perhaps smearing the juice from her masturbatory orgasms over her face. He watched her perfect form leave the room, breathing a sigh of relief he knew was only temporary. When she returned, Noelle was wearing a skimpy halter neck blue mini dress. It was short and tight perhaps because it was made for a younger girl and her curvaceous body erupted from every opening and stretched the fabric over her exotic curves seductively. It had certainly never looked this good on Chloe. He could detect a tiny white lace bra beneath and guessed that she was wearing the matching bikini panties that he had seen in the drawer the previous evening.

Ray's body trembled with arousal. God, she is so hot! She walked over towards him and kissed him sweetly. He could taste her cum on her sweet cupid's bow lips, feeling the tingling that accompanied the sensation he had felt last night. With the legal barrier removed, there were only the lingering traces of his ethical objections. But with Noelle posed so provocatively before him, resistance seemed futile. He felt the warm glow of excitement find every nerve ending as the preciously short kiss sent a shiver though him. Then it ended and she sat down opposite him and crossed her legs. The hem of the dress rose just enough to confirm his white panty theory and Ray gazed at her crotch like an art lover at a masterpiece. She truly was a masterpiece. Noelle immediately tucked into the food in front of her, eating ravenously like she hadn't partaken in a week. Ray followed suit and sat next to her and poured her coffee and juice and they ate in silence for a few minutes.

‘After brunch I think we should go visit the building superintendent and see if he can let you into the penthouse,' Ray offered. ‘There are probably some things that will help with your memory there.'

‘Ok, I'll be a good girl and do what "daddy" tells me,' Noelle said saucily. Her large blue eyes were trained on his face. ‘Does your daughter always do what you tell her to?'

‘No, not really, not since she was a little girl,' Ray said with a deep sigh. ‘In fact, none of the women in my life do what I want them to do. I guess that's just women isn't it? Anyway, I'll have a shower and then we can go see the super about getting into the apartment.'

‘Ooooooh, so you've had some bad experiences with women? I really only wanted you to do what you liked with me. I mean, you do want me don't you? Or is that big old cock in your pants like that all the time?' Noelle panted sexily, her voice was low and seductive, and Ray loved how she said ‘big old cock'.

‘Don't get me wrong, I want you more than any one I've ever wanted. It's just... you know, you're a virgin and I'm not sure if you have all your senses back again after last night's trauma and you might wake up and have me up for rape or something I'm not aware of. And then there's the client thing; it's not very ethical.'

‘I don't care about ethics or waking up later,' Noelle shot back. ‘I'm in full control of my senses except for the name thing, which I think is temporary. But I do want you. Badly.'

She stood up and walked towards him and seated herself on his lap putting her arms around his neck. Ray couldn't resist kissing her again, this time for longer and much more passionately. The tingling sensation spread through his body like a white heat, his cock beneath her hot ass throbbed and seemed to recall the pleasure of being so close to her hot ass. They exchanged tongues and they caressed each other excitedly.

‘Touch me! I want you to touch me,' Noelle panted between wet eager kisses.

Ray obeyed and slid his hand to her breasts, forcing his hands beneath the bra to touch her nipples. She kissed him and reached behind to unhitch it, her lips still sliding tempestuously across his. When his hands felt her delicious bare mounds he shivered with desire. He ached to cum all over them. He fondled them lovingly and attacked her nipples until she moaned from the sweet mix of pain and pleasure that pinching brings.

‘Touch my pussy,' she asked breathlessly. ‘Mmmmmm, make me cum.'

Ray slid a hand beneath her hem and found the soft silk of her panties. He revelled in the wetness he encountered. She was hotter than hell. Spreading her lips and parting the silken threads of her golden pubic hair, he quickly found her clit. She shivered in appreciation and kissed him hard. He had become a master masturbator since his wife never seemed to have vaginal orgasms and he had spent most of their sex lives masturbating her to pleasure. His finger found Noelle's trigger and in moments she was writhing and shivering in her first orgasm. When she finished Noelle stood up and leaned across the table presenting her hot ass for him.

‘Eat my hot wet pussy, darling! Taste my sweet cum.'

Ray leaped to his feet and grabbed her hips gently. He ran his hand over the luscious curves of her teenaged buns. He dropped to his knees as he stretched her panties aside to reveal her swollen pussy lips. Cum dribbled down her thighs. He inhaled her scent as he plunged a finger into her tight virgin hole and licked around her folds until she squirmed and purred like a kitten. This tight wet pussy had obviously never had a cock inside it. When her abundant juices met his lips, they slid down his throat like an expensive cocktail. He felt indescribably hot and unexplainably powerful. She moaned and shivered as her orgasm erupted and squirted into Ray's open mouth. He craved it like an addict and sucked and licked and teased her to orgasm after orgasm like a man possessed.

After about twenty minutes of cumming she stood up and turned so he could kiss her panty clad front then pulled him up to kiss again. He lost track of time. The kisses were hypnotic and he was in a timeless state of bliss. The only thing he was conscious of was her lips, her body, and the persistent swelling in his shorts. Then he felt it. She had reached inside his robe, grasped his cock and was rubbing it through his shorts. He ground against her touch. Nimble fingers and teasing fingernails spurred his cock to tremendous throbbing and then he felt her hand inside his shorts stroking his cock. Precum was already spilling over the swollen tip lubricating her expert hand. She broke the kiss and slid to her knees.

‘I'm going to suck your cock until you cum all over me,' Noelle said.

Squatting before him, she pulled off the dress, discarded the bra, and took a hold of his cock. Guiding his steely rod to her tits, Noelle slid the tip around each of her nipples then forced it between her tiny cleavage and kissed the tip as Ray moaned helplessly. When she let go of her tits and released the pressure between them she took his balls in her left hand and grazed them gently with her fingernails, then felt the weight of them in her palm as if measuring the size of her catch. The other hand circled his shaft with her slender fingers. The red finger nails meeting and clutching at his thickness and pumping it eagerly. She covered the tip in tiny wet kisses and slid her moist lips down the straining shaft and licked and kissed and nibbled at his swollen balls. Then without warning she engulfed his cock whole. All of it disappeared down her throat. No one had ever done that to Ray, ever. He gasped in amazement as he saw his cock emersed in her angelic face. Then her hands and mouth pumped and teased, kissed and nibbled, sucked and slid all over his cock in a frenzied attack. He was so horny that he was constantly on the edge of orgasm. He seemed to drift in and out of consciousness.

One of her hands left his cock, buried itself in her panties, and stimulated an immediate orgasm. She gasped and panted and shivered more violently than ever; the sound was gagged as his cock slid deep down her throat. He felt it like a white heat encasing his body. Then he almost lost consciousness. Then he came. Not just cum, he spurted load after healthy load down her throat and when she removed his cock from her mouth, he sprayed her face and tits almost covering her in cum. She swallowed and greedily ate every remnant of his cum like a starving child eats ice cream, scooping it with her fingers and eating it until he was clean and no remnant of his orgasm remained. He was in a near comatose state, semi-conscious. All he could feel was her lips and hands and the most blissful feeling he had ever felt. It was like he imagined heroin must feel but a thousand times stronger; half dream, half paradise on earth, all pleasure. When she finished consuming his cum she stood up and kissed him and led him to the bedroom. She spoke to him in the strange language he had heard the previous evening and he seemed to understand.

They slept for several more hours and when they woke they never discussed the sex. It was as if all memory of it had gone. Ray showered and dressed and Noelle re-showered and dressed and they both left to meet the building superintendent.

Max was a middle-aged black man with a past career as an athlete. He was passionately devoted to his boss, Miss Felicity Honeyton, and no amount of stories about fires and strange women coming from the penthouse could convince him that this innocent appearing young girl should get a passkey to enter the apartment. Max's instructions were strict. No one was to enter the apartment under any circumstances, end of story. He was very adamant despite Ray's glib attempts to convince him otherwise. Max did ogle Noelle and could not take his eyes off her latest outfit, a short skirt and skimpy top, but even her incessant flirting didn't seem to help, so she and Ray returned to the apartment defeated.

‘Why don't you relax for a few hours?' Ray suggested. ‘I have some banking business to attend to.'

‘If you must,' Noelle answered coyly. She sighed heavily. ‘Leaving me all alone, left to my own devices.'

‘I'll be back soon,' Ray pledged. After she kissed him sweetly, he added, ‘Make that very soon.'

When Noelle was sure that Ray had left the building, she hurried down to the superintendent's office again. Max looked up from his desk, surprised to see her again so soon. His eyes widened and his smile broadened as she approached him slowly and deliberately, her short skirt swishing about her hips and her breasts bouncing teasingly underneath the skimpy top.

‘Tell me, Max,' she asked, leaning forward to rest her hands on his desk. ‘Do you like blow jobs?'

Max sputtered with surprise and began to chuckle. His eyes were drawn to the comely cleavage emerging from the neckline of her top.

‘I've had my share and loved every one," he answered, feeling the immediately stimulating effect of this young girl's presence in his office. His hand fell to his lap to adjust his instant erection.

‘You see Max, I'm very good at giving blow jobs and I'm really curious to see just how big that black cock of yours is.'

Max was speechless. He was used to the beautiful women coming and going from the building but this was the first one that had ever come on to him. By the time she stood up and moved around to his side of the desk, he had stood up and the bulge of his firm cock was very obvious.

Noelle leaned up and kissed him urgently and simultaneously grasped his swelling cock in her hand. In moments she had unzipped him and circled his cock with her fingers. He felt beneath her short skirt and savoured the warm sensation of her taut flesh glowing through the silk panties. His cock lengthened as she unfurled it and released it from his pants. He slid a hand beneath her top and grasped her hot little titties waiting to hear her coo and wince as he pinched each nipple harshly.

Noelle forced his arms off her and dropped to her knees. In moments she had engulfed his semi-hard cock and he felt the blood fill every vessel and his slick black shaft grow in her mouth. She did her magic with her hands and fingers and teased his cock to its explosion point before deep throating him. He stared down at the petite girl that held his nine inches deep in her mouth as she tickled and teased his balls; he enjoyed the sight of her small pert breasts erupting over the top of her skimpy camisole top. Then he slid into a whited out state and felt the mother load of all orgasms gather force in his loins. As she slid her mouth from his cock he spurted onto her face and she greedily suckled the tip as he emptied himself into her mouth. She gulped and struggled for air but seemed to want his cum more than breath itself. He slipped out of consciousness into a blissful state as he emptied his swollen balls inside her sweet mouth and she ate him like a tasty lunch.

It took Max several hours before he fully recovered and what he didn't realise in those hours was that she had gotten him to let her into the penthouse apartment and then returned to his office without him remembering anything of the last few hours. While in the penthouse, Noelle had combed the apartment for information and had found a diary and passport. She was still puzzled about a few things but at least she knew her name and family and some recent history. Strangely after the encounter with Max, she realised that the more sex she had and the more cum that she consumed, the more she remembered. While she moved about the sumptuous penthouse suite, admiring the plush furnishings and fine art and priceless antiques, she realised one other thing as well: she knew that she had to fuck Ray. Somehow she knew that her virginity was predestined to be his. She also knew she would realise her destiny when she felt his cum spurting deep inside her hot tight cunt.

‘Hi, I'm home and I've got some news,' Ray called out as he entered his apartment. ‘I just got a text from my secretary. I asked her to find out your first name and...'

‘And you found out I am Tiffanie St. Sien.'

‘Why, yes. How did you find out?' Ray asked with great surprise. ‘I mean, has your memory come back?'

‘I visited the building supervisor again and persuaded him to let me into the apartment,' Tiffanie began. ‘While there I found out my name from my passport application and discovered this strange diary written in a foreign language that I seem to be able to read it. I am 18 born on the 15th of February in Paris. So I guess that's where the French comes from although the language in this book isn't French. I can't explain really. Anyway thank you, you've been so kind to me. I'll make sure my aunt knows what a good friend you've been to me.'

Tiffanie stood up and moved towards him. She was no longer wearing his daughter's clothing. Instead, she wore a designer label halter dress that hugged her superlative curves like a second skin. Just visible beneath the rich purple fabric Ray could make out a succulent bra that pressed her lovely mounds of flesh into a pleasing display. The dress was not short but extended the tight fitting line to just above the knees. Her shapely legs glistened with the smooth silk of what could only be stockings and she wore strappy purple hi heels to match. She was made up like an exotic fashion model and her perfume scented the air lightly as she approached him. She kissed him just once. Ray felt the sweet tingle of her sexy scent fill his loins with power and desire. She stepped back and smiled.

‘Why don't I take you out to dinner tonight?' Tiffanie asked. ‘I found my credit card and I practiced my signature. Then maybe we could have some fun and who knows, cuddle a little bit.'

She had said it half laughing but Ray knew what she meant and shook with anticipation. He loved to play this game with the prostitutes he had hired. Deflower the virgin. She would act coy and reluctant and get gradually so hot she was scalding and then they would fuck for hours.

Ray changed into a suave designer sports jacket, casual shirt and slacks and they took the elevator holding hands like young lovers. The scent of her sex generated images of hot lovemaking with every breath and the sight of her haunted his every waking moment. In the car he watched as she performed every movement of the theatre of seduction, allowing her hem to rise and reveal her stocking tops and suspenders. Tiffanie playfully teased his hard on with her finger nail at traffic lights and kissed his neck and whispered about how hot she was and how much she wanted him inside her.

At the restaurant they were met by a formally polite maitre ‘d who seemed to know her or at least her family, and ushered a handsome young waiter to direct them to a private booth. The walk to the booth passed through the main restaurant populated by fashionably wealthy people and every eye turned to watch the delicious visage of Tiffanie St. Sien. Ray's head filled with strange images of others making love to this desirable girl, men, women, even the waiter.

There was no doubt that the waiter was entranced by her as he gazed longingly at her shapely legs, drinking in the curve of her exquisite ass, and leered down her top as he pulled out her chair for her and watched the perfect firm nubile breasts surging up from her halter, knowing the outline of her nipple was seductively appearing as she smiled sexily at him. He was perhaps in his mid-twenties, tall and ruggedly handsome.

Ray could see the look of lust in her eyes as the waiter handed the wine list to him, his eyes never leaving Tiffanie. He could feel the first vestiges of jealousy raging inside him. Jealousy is a great aphrodisiac; he knew well that it drives men to make love like they are possessed and it is the urge to possess a woman that is its seed.

Ray ordered Champaign and cocktails, as he wanted them both to feel the warmth of good food and wine before they made love. He wanted her more than anything now but was unprepared for what was about to unfold. He slid his hand beneath the table and between her open legs. She smiled and leaned forward and they kissed again. He felt the unmistakeable tingling and breathless immersion in her warm wet kiss. Their tongues intertwined and he moved his hand up her thighs pausing to enjoy the thrilling feel of the stocking tops and the flesh the other side of them. Her skin was silken smooth and when he found her panty front she moaned softly.

‘Make me cum lots of times tonight, Ray,' Tiffanie said breathlessly. ‘I want to be so ready for you. I don't want to touch you until you are ready to be inside me, until you are so big and hard and throbbing that my pussy sucks you inside me. I want to bleed all over your cock. Want you to... Oh, Mmmmmmmmmmm! Yes, yes!'

His fingers found their mark and her sweet sexy dirty talk descended into moans and shivers as she came. He felt the shot of hot wetness soak her panties and shifted them aside so he could attack her clitoris directly. She kissed him more urgently and came again and again.

Ray slid a finger inside her hot wet pussy far enough to encounter her hymen and wiggled a little as he continued to kiss her and stimulate her clit. She moaned and shivered and came repeatedly. When he had finished they both licked his fingers to taste the virgin cum on it. Ray felt almost compelled to taste her hot sweet juices.

‘Oh, God! I can't wait to have you inside me,' Tiffanie purred. ‘God, I want your cock! Mmmmmm, I'm sooooooo horny!'

They were disturbed by the waiter knocking politely before he entered. Obviously diners making love in these private booths was not an unusual occurrence and the booths were after all discreet. Perhaps this was why she chose this place for their dinner. They composed themselves and called for him to enter. He had obviously been listening and perhaps looking on because he seemed very uncomfortable and an unmistakeable bulge had appeared in his pants. Tiffanie turned, smiled at the waiter, then stood up and walked towards him as he entered.

‘Mmmmmm, is that for me darling?' she asked teasingly.

She looked directly at his bulge but the waiter thought she meant the cocktails that he was carrying. He nervously placed the cocktails on the table as she walked up to him and stared him in the eye.

‘You know, jealousy makes men into great lovers,' Tiffanie said in a soft deep seductive voice. ‘Do you want to help me make Ray here jealous?'

‘Ummm, Miss... we are not supposed to get involved with... er, customers... it's... Oh god...'

She had let her hand fall to his bulge and traced the outline of it with her fingernails, then moved forwards and kissed him as she switched from fingernails to fingertips and from fingers to palm clutching his swelling manhood. He too felt the tingle and intoxicating scent and taste of her lips smeared with the fresh juice of her orgasm and felt all resistance melt as their lips melded together. Ray sat dumbfounded, gripped by unfathomable rage, unable to speak or move. All he could do was watch the images he had seen in visions in his imagination as they walked into the restaurant unfold before his eyes.

She had expertly unzipped the waiter, unfurled his cock, and teased it to full length, caressing it until it became thick and engorged, throbbing excitedly. Their lips were locked in deep wet erotic kisses. His hands slid to her perfect ass and into the split in her dress so he could feel her warm panty clad ass cheeks. The other hand forced its way urgently to her breast and teased the nipple through the bra and halter.

Then she slid from his grip to the floor and let his hugeness brush her lips. He fell back against the wall stricken with arousal and tremendously excited as she blew warm air across his sensitive cock tip through her moist lips, then flickered her tongue like a vibrator along the shaft wetting it with her saliva. She teased his balls with her fingernails and felt their weight in her palm, stroking the shaft with her fingers in between her tongue's desire to wet every fragment to lubricate it for what was to come.

‘Does this make you jealous Ray?' Tiffanie asked the gentleman seated at the table, gripping the edge like a cliff he was hanging onto for dear life. ‘Would it make you jealous to know that this is the third man I've done this to today after I did it to you? Watch! I can make him come in minutes!'

Tiffanie engulfed his cock whole, sliding it deep throat style down her tight throat. The waiter gasped and closed his eyes, moaning and grabbing at her beautiful head of silky blonde hair. She did not seem to need to breathe and he felt the throbs in her throat increase towards complete loss of control before she slid off him and continued her teasing and licking, building him up more and more until she began to suck him in a steady rhythm and stroke him with her hand when her mouth did not cover his throbbing hot flesh. In a moment he was whiting out with passion and pleasure; he moaned and felt the intensity of his balls welling up before an inevitable explosion.

He came hard into her mouth and she swallowed the first creamy offering like a connoisseur tastes a desert then proceeded to let him spurt on her face and exposed breast flesh. Tiffanie scooped his cum from her flesh into her mouth like a kitten with cream and licked his throbbing cock, sucking every drop from him. Her skin took on a mysterious glow in the candlelit restaurant and she shivered, as it was apparent that she had been masturbating herself. Ray had seen her slide up her hemline so that her beautiful long stocking clad legs and suspenders appeared and she attacked her panties with her fingers and orgasmed simultaneously with the waiter. She finished with him, then stood and kissed him sweetly with her cum soaked sticky lips, whispering sexily to him in the strange language Ray had heard her utter when they first met. She adjusted her hemline smoothing it from her hips down over her sopping panties and smoothed it over her curvaceous hips. The waiter looked like he was in a trance and with a smile and a wave of her hand she sent him away and turned to Ray.

‘Sorry, darling,' Tiffanie explained. ‘There's been something I have to tell you and it was better that I demonstrate it rather than talk about it, because I doubt that you'd believe it other wise.' She turned away from the waiter as he left the room like a blissed out zombie. She adjusted her halter and scooped a little left over cum from her cleavage and cheeks into her mouth and then sat down next to Ray. ‘I found this in the penthouse. It belongs to me or my family.'

She took a small, thick, black, leather bound book from her handbag. On the spine was the letters XTC and she took hold of Ray's fingers, which still had the taste of her previous orgasm on them, and kissed them smearing the remnant scent and taste of her pleasure on her own lips. She looked at him sexily.

‘Mmmmmm! You still taste of me. Have you noticed how good it tastes and how it makes you feel and what it makes you want to do?'

Ray nodded vacantly unable to take his eyes from the angelic beauty who had just given the fastest blowjob to a stranger he had ever seen and was now talking to him about it as if she had just had her hair done. She let go of his hand and picked up the book, leaning down to kiss the lock and it sprang open to reveal the pages of the ancient book.

The pages were yellow with age and the letters on it were unrecognisable. They seemed to be a cross between some kind of ancient runes and a medieval European language. Tiffanie thumbed the pages and began reading from it once more in the strange French-like tongue. The words formed a language that was breathy and erotic sounding and made Ray feel excited just listening to her.

‘Ray, you know how I could not remember anything yesterday evening when we met? Well, when I found this book I could read it and understand it as if the words came through my breath. The hornier I get, the more orgasms I have, the more I seem to understand. The book tells me who I am and what I need to do, it tells me that I must make love to you soon. It tells me that if you are jealous of me, you will make love to me like a demon possessed and that our sex will be explosive and wild and last for hours. It tells me why you have images in your head right now of me standing bent across the sofa with you plunging your cock deep inside me and my panties stained with my virgin blood.'

‘But how do you know this?' Ray asked, still confused by the scene that had unfolded before him. ‘It's... impossible—I mean, what you did with that guy and I guess how you must have persuaded the building superintendent the same way. I mean, does that tell you anything else about what kind of creature you are?' Ray spluttered half confused, half consumed by a feverish passion for her, fuelled by the knowledge that he was destined to have sex with her and to take her virginity and perhaps more.

‘Well, you know how you were worried that I might be too young to have sex with you? Well how would you feel if I was older, I mean way older?'

Ray tilted her head trying to comprehend her words, his bewilderment still mixed with an intoxicating and intensely growing desire.

‘Ray, when I was in the penthouse, I not only found this book and knew how to open it instinctively, I also found an old wooden chest bound in gold with the same lock. When I opened it, inside were gobs of lingerie that looked like a virtual museum of women's underclothes and several lace handkerchiefs. Each seemed to have a familiar scent. I picked up what looked like a fairly recent pair of bikini panties and recognised my own familiar scent on them. They were expensive black silk and felt so diaphanous that they almost floated. The lace and silk were beautifully designed with a butterfly on the front. I sniffed them and with each inhalation of the familiar scent that reminded me of my own sex, memories came rushing back to me of another life, vividly recapturing what had happened to me before you found me wandering the hallway in the fire.

‘Impossible isn't it? But how do you explain how my scent and taste seems to flood your mind with visions. Only I felt a moment of disbelief and I continued to read the strange runes and inhale each pair of panties breathing them in deeply. With each new breath came visions and memories of past times and with each page of the book I read it became clearer to me. Each piece of lingerie represented not other lives but my life as well. From the look of the panties I recognised that it seemed about twenty or so years between each pair. The older fabrics were lace and silk handkerchiefs or scarves. I counted them up. There were eight in all. If they all belonged to me then I must be close to two hundred years old. Is that possible?'

There was a knock at the door and the waiter entered again looking a little more normal but he brought with him a tray with the soup they had ordered and busied himself serving it from a silver tureen and casting adoring eyes at Tiffanie with each action as if he sought her approval to breathe. He left the room efficiently as Ray tried to make sense of what Tiffanie was saying. Was she suffering some kind of hypersexual disorder or mania? What was all this mumbo jumbo? She couldn't be a two hundred year old woman. He tried to put it down to trauma and decided to say nothing; he did not want to destroy the enticing opportunity to make love to this luscious creature by arguing sense to her. He nodded and was conscious that as she spoke, his mind was still filled with images of them having deep, hot, wild sex. He could see her in the private room with her legs spread and his head buried in her sex as she sat with her dress hoisted to the waist, her sumptuous ass cheeks sitting on the table in front of him, and him consuming her like the next course in a feast.

‘I know you think I'm mad. I can almost read your thoughts,' Tiffanie ventured. ‘I can also make you think things. Just now, did you imagine me on the table in front of you? I could almost feel my pussy tingle as you kissed my panties. Mmmmmm! I need you to make me cum again! It all sounds impossible but I can make you do anything. You saw what I did to the waiter. I know it's unbelievable, but it makes sense.'

Tiffanie stood up again and hoisted her dress to reveal the sexy purple panties, suspender and stockings. Ray's heart skipped a beat and then pounded hard in his chest as he realised the image in his head was coming true.

‘Eat my hot wet little pussy, Ray,' she implored him. ‘Taste me! Make me cum! Feel how good it makes you feel. How powerful, how much in love and lust! Mmmmmm, eat me darling!'

She pushed the plates away from Ray's place at the table and sat down, spreading her legs and beckoning him to taste her. He slid his chair in front of her and inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her sex as he pressed his lips against her wet silk panties. The scent and taste thrilled his senses like a rush of ecstasy or cocaine. He knew she was right, that the scent of her, the succulent taste of her sex sent his mind into a spin and his senses reeling. He knew that he had to have this taste often and as much as he could consume. He knew he was addicted to her and that he would soon make love to her like a maniac. He kissed her pussy through the sheer silk and felt the outline of her labia behind and moved his mouth until he found her sensitive clit and sucked it hard through the silk. She moaned and stroked his hair to encourage him and fondled her own breast, pinching the nipple and cupping the weight of her globes in her palms. She came quickly and easily; his lips suckled her swollen clitoris until she felt the blood vessels erupt in passion and squealed loudly.

Encouraged by her rapid pleasure, Ray slid the fabric aside and attacked her labia with a flickering tongue, sucking the plentiful juices and swallowing her insistent squirts like a drinker consumes ambrosia. Her orgasms were constant and her juices flowed in a constant stream and Ray drank them voraciously, feeling with each mouthful the strength and desire that filled him. He ached to be inside her. His cock had grown huge and distorted almost beyond belief, so hard and big that it was unrecognisable. And Tiffanie was a tight hot wet virgin. He lanced his fingers into her touching the hymen and aching to be the first to push past this point and be deep in her. The thought of exploding in her made his cock throb uncontrollably, but he kept sliding his tongue around her labia, suckling her clit and teasing her with his fingers and lips.

Tiffanie came for almost half an hour until there was another knock at the door. She casually slid from the table and pulled down her skirt before beckoning the waiter to enter. The smell of her excitement filled the air and the waiter looked at her with a pleading desire and shaking with grief. She spoke to him again in the strange language and he calmed.

‘I told him to be patient, that he would have his chance one day, but tonight you are my lover. You are my first, the first Noelle.'

The waiter refilled the Champaign glasses and she raised hers to toast to her impending deflowering and then leaned across and kissed Ray hotly as the waiter left the room. The lad had served the main course and the two impending lovers ate in silence as they both thought about what had happened over the last 24 hours. Ray dreamed of what was to come and Tiffanie knew that she must make love to him within 48 hours or her life as she had begun to know it would be over. She knew sex was her route to survival to everlasting life.

They finished the meal, skipping dessert and coffee and amorously cuddling each other as they left hurriedly to return home. In the car she resumed whispering sexily in his ear and encouraging him to masturbate her as he drove while she simply ran her fingernails across his bulge teasingly.

‘Mmmmmm! You're so big for me, sooo hard! Mmmmmm! My pussy is going to be sooooooo tight for you and I'm so, so ready for you! Make me cum again my darling! Mmmmmm, yes, yes! I want you inside me! Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes!'

When they pulled up in the basement car park they locked in hot kisses, his hands grappled with her bra strap and unsnapped it so he could feel her supple round tits. He cupped them greedily in his hand and felt their weight and firmness, feeling the nipple harden beneath his touch. Each caress of her body, her breasts, her pussy, sent a tremulous throb through Ray's body. He took both of her breasts in his hands and twisted and pulled on her nipples, bringing a sharp moan to her lips and sending a shiver down her spine. He guided each nipple to his mouth, eagerly sucking on the hard erect nub and nibbling firmly until Tiffanie gasped and cried out.

‘Mmmmmm, darling!' Tiffanie called out to Ray. ‘Come on, let's catch the elevator to my place and fuck.'

They quickly left the car and held each other as they entered the elevator. She turned to kiss him and pressed against his insistent bulge. She let her arms drop once more to her hem and hoisted it to her hips so he could press the bulge against her sopping panties. She felt his throbs against her swollen wet folds. She was moments away from having him inside her. She ached for him and he for her.

‘Make me cum one more time,' she pleaded, ‘and then I'll give you the best fuck you will ever have.'

Tiffanie ground against him and they kissed hungrily seeking each other's tongues and sucking at each other's faces in an unquenchable frenzy. He ground against her with his engorged cock, his hand firmly pressing her ass to pull her harder against it. He slid his cock up and down across the swollen silk clad layers of her sex and felt her tense with impending excitement. Then she simply screamed wildly and came. She wrapped her legs around him like a python crushing his distorted cock against her tingling shivering sex.

By the time the elevator reached the apartment block roof where the penthouse was located, Tiffanie was in bliss and so over ripe with desire that she was ready to melt before his aching cock. As the doors opened she disentangled herself from him and gently kissed him and led him by the hand to the door. She simply leaned forward and kissed a mark on the door and it opened. Once inside she turned and looked at him and smiled.

‘You know what to do," Tiffanie said, her big eyes wide and focused on Ray. ‘Fuck me here and now from behind like you've seen it a thousand times in your head.'

Tiffanie turned and leant across the back of a large leather sofa, her perfect ass presented for him clad in purple silk, framed by her shapely legs wrapped in sheer silk stockings. Ray fell to his knees behind her and kissed the gusset, sucking in another breath of her intoxicating juices. He slid the panties aside and lapped a few times until she began to coo blissfully, then just as she began to breathe excitedly he stood and unzipped himself and placed his impossibly large cock against her wet opening. He rubbed the tip around the wetness and felt the tight opening shivering at the thought of what was to come.

Tiffanie reached behind and grasped his bare cock for the first time and guided him to her slit, encouraging him to part the tight opening. Ray savoured the thrill of the first inch of the entrance, feeling the wetness squirt and dribble around his cock and down her inner thighs. He placed his hands on her hips and began to push inside slowly as she nestled and leaned back against him. She was impossibly tight, dripping wet, and his cock stretched her to the limit.

‘Be my first man, Ray,' she called back to him over a shoulder. ‘Put it deep inside me! I'm aching for you! Fill my hot wet little pussy with your big hard cock.'

Ray pushed hard against her, pressing the thick blood-engorged tip against her hymen and felt it resist then puncture. He felt her wince and could hear her begin to cry from the pain, her tears mixing with urgent cries of ‘Fuck me! Deep, deep!' He pushed past her virgin barrier and felt his thick hard shaft crushed by her virgin tightness and swamped by her flood of blood tinged juices. She was deliciously tight and her pussy felt like sopping wet velvet against his hard rigid shaft. He pushed deeper and deeper as she urged him to and he felt the power of her cunt drawing him deeper towards her cervix until his balls touched the sweet folds of her pussy. He lingered for a few moments as she squirmed seductively and felt her wetness trickle from her swollen lips down the inside of her thighs. Then he pulled back until his cock almost left her luscious slit and felt her quiver and urge him to be inside her again. He slid in a short distance knowing a woman's G spot was just a short distance from the entrance.

Marriage had taught Ray to at least try to find it though he never had with his wife. Tiffanie though was a luscious nubile nymph and as he pumped her cunt with short fast strokes she entered her first vaginal orgasm. As she came, she urged him deeper and he accommodated by thrusting deep against her cervix. The pleasure was indescribable; she was a goddess and he was fucking her for the first time. He flew into a frenzy and fucked her hard and fast until she screamed and moaned and begged him to never stop. She came repeatedly and he slapped his balls wantonly against her clit until she was exhausted and her throat sore from the incessant screams. He sensed her exhaustion and pulled his engorged shaft from her and beckoned her to turn and embrace him.

Tiffanie fell into his arms like a fragile little girl and they kissed and held each other like teenage lovers. Ray caressed her hair and neck and she melted against him moulding her petite shapely frame to his. She still shivered and was breathless from the encounter but her eyes gleamed with a translucent blueness and her skin glowed like neon. She smiled, broke the embrace, and led him by the hand to his nearby bedroom. She turned to him and began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chest sweetly with each button opened. Then she helped him remove his pants and shorts and seated him on the bed.

She stood in the doorway backlit by the lounge lighting. Her honey blonde hair shining like an angel's. She reached behind to her zipper and unzipped the dress and sexily stripped it over her head and flung it to the floor. Then she removed the already unsnapped bra. She smiled and kicked off her high heels and then unsnapped each of her suspenders and rolled down the stockings and flung them either side of the room. Standing in nothing but her purple silk bikini panties, she looked more desirable than any porn image Ray had ever seen and his cock throbbed to be inside her again. She sauntered towards him and laid him on his back on the bed and turned and straddled his chest and leaned forward to nestle her head between his legs. He stared hungrily at her delicious panty-clad ass and she began kissing his balls and licking around his cock and blowing warm air across it and licking the shaft like an ice cream. She rolled off him and giggled like a young girl and turned to nestle in his arms.

‘More, darling! I want to feel you cum in me soon. Do you want to cum in my hot little pussy? Be the first to cum in my little wet cunt?'

Ray pushed her onto her back and she spread her legs so he could enter her again. This time no barrier resisted them and he easily found her entrance and pushed deep in moments. He grasped her luscious buns and began with slow deliberate strokes that plunged deep and then retreated to tease the entrance only to return to her velvet depths and feel the wetness squirt from her. Tiffanie wrapped her legs around him and urged him to fuck her hard and deep and he rammed her mercilessly until she orgasmed then pushed her legs back against her body so he could push his cock deeper inside her. More orgasms. Her cunt was tight and wet and warm and his cock was on the edge of explosion.

They rolled together so he was once again on his back and she straddled him and guided his cock into her wetness again and began a slow ride, tickling his balls with her finger nails, her muscles clamped tight around him and she matched his throbs with her own vibrating contractions. They bucked and thrust and scratched and kissed and bit at each other as she moaned and squealed into climax after climax. He could feel his explosion rising like a tsunami inside. He flipped her onto her back and pushed deep inside ramming her hard and fast until he felt her pussy walls contract around his throbbing cock. Then he pushed deep and held it there as his cock erupted in orgasm, spurting shot after shot deep inside her. His mind whited out; all he knew was his cock melded with her pussy and the pleasure that radiated from there. His balls felt like an automatic weapon magazine feeding hot bullets to the barrel of his weapon, which shot wildly into her. She moaned, bit, squealed and clawed him like an alley cat; her orgasm was more spectacular than any he had ever felt with a woman. It was as if the two of them had combined their pleasure and they both rode a wave of endorphins that flooded their senses with their ecstasy.

Tiffanie's skin glowed as if her body was taking on a charge of electric current. She shook with passion and the pair of lovers vibrated in sympathetic waves of pleasure as the flood of orgasms swept over them. All sense of time was suspended. She was coupling with him as nymphs do, drawing the energy of his frustrated passion from him and energising herself with his pleasure and hers in combination. The joy was immeasurable. She regained her Nymphen strength with each shivering wave of endorphins and each hot spurt inside her fed her urgent need for him. They finally collapsed into an exhausted sleep, their bodies fused together with no distinction between where his cock ended and her pussy began; they were merged in complete pleasure soaked ecstasy, and passed into deep dreamless sleep.

It was around 5 a.m. that he awoke and found her standing over him dressed in the same blood-soaked cum-stained panties, but she had put on a sweet baby doll nightdress. She lay down next to him and they cuddled lovingly. He felt his strength return as she smeared her cum soaked fingers across his lips once more. His spent cock began to recover and she fondled him as he cupped her perfect ass in the palm of his hand. He felt her warm skin and the soft line of her panties and slid his finger between her buns and teased her ass button. She panted with excitement as he slid a finger into it. She kissed him wildly and leaned back as he wriggled his finger inside her even tighter hole.

‘Mmmmmm, I don't want to be a virgin anywhere. Take my hot asshole! I want your cum in me again! Do my hot, hole darling! Fuck my ass!'

Ray had always loved anal but he had only been allowed it under sufferance by his wife. Tiffanie was begging for it. His cock sprang back to life as she fondled it more excitedly. He knew he would need to lubricate it and knew she was unendingly wet. She rolled onto her front and crouched in doggy position knowing instinctively what he wanted her to do. He came up behind her standing on the edge of the bed and slid his cock over her hot wet panties until she quivered sexily then he parted her panties and slid his cock deep inside her pussy once more. She writhed like a slinky cat as he entered her and pushed deep inside. The wetness soon erupted and spilled from her hot tight hole and within moments his cock was rock hard and her cunt dripping juice and she moaned in orgasm once more.

Once started, her pleasure was continuous and he delighted in teasing her and holding her on the edge as he fucked her. Then without warning in mid orgasm he pulled from her and pressed his slippery wet cock against her asshole. She screamed and moaned as he pushed into her urgently and felt the tightness of her back door. She shivered and squealed in a frenzy urging him to fuck her hard and deep. He accommodated her requests and fingered and teased her clit and pussy as he banged her tight hot asshole. Somewhere in the frenzy of slapping flesh and screams he came again, whiting out and shooting load after load into her. She writhed and pushed against him and her ass almost seemed to suck his cock dry. The pleasure was as divine as her pussy perhaps more so. The next thing he knew he was awakened by her, dressed in a sweet mini skirt and tank top. Her blood stained panties lay on the bed beside him. He was naked and she had brought him breakfast.

‘Hi, lover. I thought you'd like some breakfast before we meet my aunt.'

Ray glanced at the panties beside him nervously.

‘It's ok. I thought you'd like to keep them as a memento of our first Noelle. Well, I wasn't exactly a singing angel but I made a bit of noise and so did you if I remember correctly.' She nuzzled up beside him and fed him like a baby. They kissed and cuddled lovingly and then he showered and dressed.

At 10 a.m. sharp there was a sound of a key in the lock and in walked a creature of unrivalled statuesque beauty. Perhaps 5'10" tall in her stiletto heels, long shiny dark hair, ruby lips and an angelic face resembling Tiffanie's around the eyes with a cute button nose. She was dressed stylishly in a suit with a white silk blouse open enough to suggest the impressive C cup breasts that overflowed the pretty lace bra beneath. Her long shapely stockinged legs were emphasised by the short skirt she wore. Her scent was intoxicating but clearly different from Tiffanie's.

‘Hi, Felicity Honeyton is my name. We met some time ago. I have been looking forward to catching up with you. I see you have already met my niece? She rang me this morning and said you had been very helpful to her. She always rewards our friends.'

Ray looked at her. She was gorgeous and now was thanking him for fucking the daylights out of her niece. It didn't make sense unless everything Tiffanie had told him was true, although he thought it was unlikely was there any other plausible explanation for her power over men—over him. Would it be possible for a woman to be two hundred years old and look like these women? Her lovemaking was certainly skilful and unearthly. Ray listened intently to the plan Felicity had for Tiffanie to build a website to gather and document information about their organisation and its associated followers. He listened intently and took notes and offered suggestions until they reached a conclusion and Tiffanie interrupted with lunch. At lunch the conversation became more general and they chatted about fashion and lingerie and the modelling industry and how Tiffanie would launch a new career as the centre point of a new line of women's lingerie, which borrowed from an old campaign, called the butterfly effect. Each article had butterfly designs on them. After they finished a cordial lunch, Felicity's mood changed. She became slightly severe and looked at Tiffanie scoldingly.

‘Ray, I am afraid because our Tiffanie left her apartment before it was time for her to awaken, that she has had to discover who she is with your help. While we thank you for all your help we can't really let you take any of this information anywhere. We have to protect our kind. Whether you believe in what she has told you or not, it doesn't matter.'

Felicity stood up and Ray's eyes were transfixed on her as she unbuttoned her blouse and slid her skirt to the floor. She came to him and he felt bolted to the seat, unable to move. She bent down and kissed him and this new taste and scent sent shivers through him. He found his hands cupping her large firm breasts, feeling the soft bra cup and her warm flesh beneath.

‘Don't worry, Ray. Tiffanie will make love to you too one more time and so will I, but I am afraid you won't remember much after this. What you will remember is how good it is and how you will do anything for us.'

Ray felt her expert hands unzip his pants and unfurl his cock. Felicity expertly stroked him and twisted the top to make him hard and ready so quickly it was unimaginable. He sucked at her face and slid his fingers beneath the soft pink bra and found her nipples erect and waiting for his eager touch. He sensed another presence moving toward him and felt Tiffanie hold him from behind and kiss his neck and ears as he kissed Felicity urgently. Her hand joined Felicity's, teasing his cock; she cupped his balls and held their weight in her hand as if measuring the quantity of cum they would soon produce. His balls were swollen beyond belief as if sperm production had gone into overdrive around these luscious creatures. He longed to share it with them, to be inside their sweet sexy orifices to cum over and over again in them. His wish was about to come true.

Tiffanie left his back and removed her clothing in a sweet strip tease in sight of his face consumed in urgent kisses with Felicity. Once more she left on only her sweet gold and black V string panties. She fell to her knees and began to suck at his cock and he felt the rush of adrenalin, the surge of excitement as Felicity tickled his balls and shaft and Tiffanie slid the swollen head into her mouth. Her tongue flickering wildly around his tip, her hands stroking and twisting the tip and her wet mouth diving down on him to take him deep within her throat. Felicity reached behind and unsnapped her bra to allow Ray better access to her luscious tits. He buried his head in between them and licked and kissed and sucked her nipples as she stroked his head and continued to tease his balls. Beneath them, Tiffanie combined sucking and stroking with rubbing his tip against Felicity's pink silk G string front. He could feel the warmth and the impending wetness and hear her breathing quicken as she teased her clit with his thick shaft. He wanted to be inside her soon.

A man who makes love to nymph without first eating her juices is like a normal lover he does not have the power to sustain the energy to fuck her for hours but Ray ached for nymphen love and Felicity sensed his need and measured her desire in sweet sexy doses as she walked backward to the dining table with him following. She spread her legs and he felt Tiffanie follow along, slide her panties aside and guide his cock into her wet pussy.

Ray soon found himself fucking the statuesque beauty as Tiffanie suckled his balls; he brought her to orgasm with his cock and was spurred on by the sound of Tiffanie cumming too; while she licked his balls she had been masturbating again. The sound of Tiffanie cumming was enough to make him swoon; he ached to be inside her again. He slid from Felicity and pulled Tiffanie from the floor and kissed her passionately.

Felicity laughed as they embraced like teenage lovers. Tiffanie wanted him as much as he wanted her. She was super hot and she directed him to lie back on the sofa and straddled him pushing his engorged cock into her hot cunt. She began a long slow ride that gathered in intensity and tempo until he could see her bouncing upon him wildly, her small breasts bouncing, her long blonde hair flailing about wildly. Her hot pussy drizzled over his thick cock and she came repeatedly. Nearby on the sofa next to him Felicity masturbated and shivered with pleasure. She caressed his balls and leaned across and shimmied her tits in his face so he could suckle the thick nipples.

Ray was past excitement and being kept on the edge by these luscious women. He felt himself about to cum and screamed, ‘I'm cumming! Oh God! It's so good!'

But instead of plunging deep down on him as she had done in the past, Tiffanie slid off him and grasped the tip of his cock in a Masters and Johnson technique pinch, preventing him from spilling any more than a few precious droplets. She sucked the pearls of his cum into her mouth and Felicity joined her, their combined tongues turning the nearness of orgasm into a torturous delayed ejaculation. He shook with the powerlessness of the situation and craved to explode so desperately that when Felicity mounted him he knew he would cum in her harder than any other time with anyone.

Tiffanie kissed him and he fondled her luscious tits and they kissed passionately, longingly, as Felicity slid his distorted aching cock into her slick wet hole. The velvet warmth vibrated with desire and he felt himself throb as she slid down hard on him and his cock found her velvet depths. When her pussy lips joined his pubic bone she ground down on him and flexed her pelvic floor muscles tightening them and loosening them. He felt as if she wanted to suck his whole being through her pussy. Then she loosened her vice like grip and began a slow sensuous ride. He could see her massaging her own breasts as her magnificent ass bounced on him and he kissed Tiffanie urgently. Then he felt it again, the moment he had been denied earlier; he was on the precipice, waiting to cum inside a luscious beauty, the second Goddess he had made love to in 48 hours. As he felt the inevitable spurts of hot wet cum well up in him, his balls tightened and Tiffanie squeezed them eagerly and sucked at his face. He could hear her beginning to moan as she masturbated too, Felicity began to scream.

‘Oh God! It's so Big! So hard! Mmmmmm! Cum in me! OOOOOOOOOh! I'm cumming! Yummy, yummy! Fill me with your hot cream! MMmmm! My pussy wants your cream!'

This time he did not white out; he felt every moment of pleasure in slow motion, the tightening of his balls, the hot shots of cum that erupted inside her fabulous pussy, the incessant throbs, the feeling of her wet velvet contractions around his cock matching each pulse with a vibrating quiver of pussy flesh, the clamping of her muscles around his shaft that felt as if she was sucking his cock into her and milking him dry of all his cum. He felt the pleasure and his balls drain of all fluid and his mind filled with endorphins, his body tingling and shivering in bliss, the sound of two exquisite nymphs moaning and cumming simultaneously.

The nymphs fed on him like a prize kill after a hunt, drinking his cum through their sweet gates of heaven and absorbing the energy through their luscious bodies. The endorphin filled haze sent Ray into a coma of pleasure. When they had finished Felicity began chanting in the strange language as she rocked on his cock. Tiffanie joined her as they repeated the incantation over and over again. Strangely, Ray could understand the mysterious language. They were saying that he would remember nothing except that he had slept with a virgin; he would keep her love-soiled panties; anytime she wanted him to do anything for her, she would command him to sniff the panties and visit him to make love to him again; he would do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it for the rest of his life.

Hours later, Ray Haines awoke in his apartment alone, with only faint memories of the past 48 hours. A pair of blood-soaked, cum-stained panties were in his hand. When he sniffed the love-soiled panties, memories flooded his mind recalling the incredible girl, the taking of her virginity; he remembered the bliss, the joy, and the beauty, but nothing else made sense. He would come to sniff the panties constantly like an addict craving a hit. The strange erotic mystery girl became his addiction. But Ray would have no idea that his cum had given her life and created one of the sexiest lingerie models on earth. She grew ever powerful with each new conquest, with each new man and their consuming passion. A nymph lives forever on the endorphins created through their wild and exciting orgasms with men like Ray. Each incarnation brings an eternity of sexual experience to their youthful enchanting and intoxicating bodies. They beguile generations of men using their exquisite bodies and their eternal feminine mystique. They are the descendants and the high priestess of the goddesses of ancient times and the essence of the sacred feminine.