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SOPHIA

I was lonely as  a  star,  and  dwelt  apart. 
Until she silently crept in my barren heart.

I was young in time, all the same, I was not totally oblivious to the
feminine beauty. We were visited by a very beautiful lady who had all
charms and tenderness of the wilderness. Her eyes were light brown
with long overhanging lashes, her lips thin and coloured like rubies.
Her neck long and slender, auburn wavy hair played freely in the open
air. The firm and pointed breasts were large in proportion to her
frame and their contours could easily be discerned through the thin
material blouse she was wearing. The very thin waist steadily
broadened near the hips and gave her an aristocratic look. She had all
the attributes of Venus, Diana and Nemesis imbibed in one. 

My Luve's like a red, red rose
That newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melody
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

[My beloved is like a fresh red rose which has freshly blossomed in
spring. She is like a music, which is softly played in a perfect
tune.] (Robert Burns) 

Her magnetic and elegant personality had such an awe that I faltered
in her presence and remained tongue tied while addressing her. She was
Sophia, my mother's cousin and my aunt. She often visited our house to
inquire about my welfare and relay it onwards to my mother. We were
deeply attached and the existing bond was exceptionally strong. 

Sophia was married but separated from her husband on some grave
grounds. She, though, a woman of staunch disposition and extreme
reservation in approach, betrayed her conscience and coveted a
youthful lover in her arms. Though I was her nephew, she had a
singular obsession for me, and could not arrest the flight of her
dreams and acted as a licentious and a lustful woman, when we were all
by ourselves. 

She tempted me by playing childlike games. She would torment the hair
of my chest, softly kiss my ear lobes, introduce her tongue in my
mouth and constrict my swollen cock in her thighs. Sometimes she
slapped my bottom, and on the pretext of searching my pockets
disturbed the tranquillity of the sleeping Lion, all the time playing
virtuous. I tried my best not to make any advancement myself but could
not resist that bewitching woman. 

Although, I had an exceptional liking for her in my heart and it was
immensely pleasing, but I, for some reason, remained passive. I did
not respond equally to her advances, perhaps out of fear of her
impending personality, or of my scruples, which until now, I thought,
never existed. However, I never discouraged her or kept distance, on
the contrary, stayed within her reach. 

We but can not fashion our fate nor guide our stars. She played her
masterpiece. In my presence, while undressing herself, she innocently
remonstrated me, 'dear please turn your face around as I am changing,
and do not peep covertly.'

I acceded to her request but stole a glance and gorged my eyes on her
naked body. Her skin was spotless, smooth like snow, glowed and spread
a shine. Her breasts were two globes of decorative glass like that of
the Venus de Milo, a marble statue I had seen in a museum. The nipples
like rosebuds were surrounded by flesh white like milk. Her torso was
small and well shaped, the buttocks were wide and heavy, however, as
she covered her cunt completely, I could not to see anything beyond.
This exposition caused an instantaneous erection of my prick. She
enjoyed it, but I was taken a prisoner to her charms.

She put on a petticoat and a tight blouse and sitting on a divan
called me in a husky voice, 'dear, come near and have a look, I have
developed some pain in my legs. Please see if you can find anything
different.' She lifted her long, supple legs and showed me the region
under her thighs, where the pain existed. It was a dazzling sight. The
entire length of her slender shinning legs, thighs, bottom hole and
cunt were uncovered and open to flirtation. Two thick large lips
clasping each other in an endless embrace and a dark gash dripping
with the fluid of vice. The queen clitoris wore a crown of ruby and
pulsated with the throes of lust, and the pubis was decorated with
very short lustrous silvery white hair tinged with light some brown
hair.

I was dazed to witness such a perfect spectacle and nearly swooned.
She spoke in a dreamy voice, 'darling see and feel the swelling.' I
caressed her silky thigh and nearly reached the vicinity of her cunt
which was slippery as an eel. We both uttered long 'Sees.' I jumped
forward contemplating to throw the minx on the floor and engulf my
desperate prick in her eager cunt. She also noticed a big bulge in my
trousers, and sensing her hour of triumph, was tempted to seize me by
my penis. An unappealing disturbance outside brought back the reason
to her mind and prompted her not to prolong the presentation. She
quickly adjusted her garb, and I was cheated of the pleasure.

Things nevertheless did not go undisturbed very long and my prayers
were answered by the gods. Sophia manipulated the circumstances and
invited me to stay for the weekend at her house. I was exceedingly
happy to learn this invitation. She requested my father the use of me,
that was readily granted. 

The splendour of her beauty, travelled through the eyes and settled in
the heart

That evening, I put on a smart suit and anointed myself with the best
perfume I could find. I reached her house, softly rang the bell, and
the door opened. 

There she was standing on the door, a beauty from head to foot and
looked entirely unlike form her real self. She was wearing a light
makeup and a rose colour lipstick which matched the hue of her lips.
Her hair was neatly tied up in a small circle slightly over the upper
end of the neck. She had adorned her eyes with a black charcoal pencil
which made them look longer. She was dressed simply and did not wear
any expensive jewellery. 

Beauty does not require adornment to impose itself.

I could hardly prevent myself from admiring her beauty and said,
'madam, you look glorious today, please forgive my pertinence, I could
hardly conceal my appreciation for you.' She said nothing but laughed
in a tingling timbre which echoed through my soul. I kept looking as
if enchanted, but was shaken by her voice as she requested me to come
in. I recollected myself and entered the house. 

She escorted me to the living room which was plain yet tasteful. The
furniture was of an oriental style, and a short rug spread on the
floor. There was an arrangement of flowers at the corner of the room,
which spoke of a high taste of the inhabitants. I was deeply
impressed. It was very unlike my house where everything was expensive
and monumental, yet without complexion or delicacy. 

I was invited to a breakfast table which over flowed with
refreshments, elegantly prepared and artistically served in the best
chinaware and original silver cutlery. The drinks were poured in
paper-thin goblets, and the sparkling grape juice appeared like red
wine. They were all prepared by an expert hand who was Sophia herself.
What a fool, her husband should have been, to disown such a lovely and
a talented wife. 

Sophia was wearing a scanty black velvet blouse with an under sized
bra that exaggerated the contours of her exposed breasts, which
flushed against the silky material. I was seated at the corner of the
table, and she sat on the nearest chair near to me, and our legs
touched each other's. The proximity of this woman and the sight of her
nearly exposed beauties were a pressure on my nerves. My penis was at
its full erection and my brain envisaged the aspects of initiating
this butterfly into the amorous sport. It was difficulty to control
myself, but the lady seemed oblivious of her surroundings and
preoccupied with her own thoughts, and did not inhibit the exhibition
of the golden apples.  I did not want to cut a sorry figure by any
hasty move that might cause any reversal of fate, or jeopardise an
opportunity of conquering her.

We conversed late till midnight when her eyes became heavy with sleep.
She said, 'dear now we must retire, but dear I would implore you to
sleep in my room as I am terribly afraid of spirits and thieves. It
would be improper to accommodate you on the floor but please excuse my
inability to provide you any hospitality as there is only one bed in
the room.' I, too eager to gain her nearness replied earnestly, 'dear
madam, please do not despair yourself, I can easily manage without a
bed.' 

She put on a completely transparent sleeping apparel and went to bed
immediately, and did not even care to cuddle or kiss me goodnight.
This was odd, things were going in a dismal direction. I was very sore
at the apathy of my hostess and took it as a lost crusade. I could not
do much but look at her graceful figure twisting and curling in the
bed which overflowed with her radiating beauty.

Her arms were bare, the rise of her breasts open to invitation, a lock
of brown hair sported on her burning cheeks and half opened quivering
lips showed a row of sparkling white teeth. Her legs up to the thighs
were bare. The soles of her feet, the best moulded I had ever seen,
were so delicate, so soft and so shiny as if she had never treaded on
anything else but fresh flowers of the season. She was sojourning the
realm of dreams; a gaily smiled embroidered her lips.

 She was a picture of the imaginary Sleeping Beauty who could only be
awakened by the true kiss of a prince. A commotion besieged my bosom
and I scolded myself for refusing to be seduced by this lovelorn
butterfly and not returning the advances she made to me time and
again. I reflected on the opportunities thus sacrificed. A touch of
tears drowned my eyes.

Tears, idle tears, I do not know what they mean! 

(A. Tennyson.)

Happiness was inches away from me, but I needed the courage of a Titan
to try anything heroic and I failed in calling up my courage. I had
thought myself to be too pious to fall to such evil an influence but
in the end, I had to admit my cowardice. 

I lay desolated in the bed and give up the thoughts of any ideal
romance. I visualised myself in the sweet arms of this majestic figure
and in that consolation fell into a deep slumber, dreaming about the
amiable openings she was supposed to gift. 

[It is always darkest before dawn.]

 My defeat was not complete. The heavens smiled on me. I slept very
peacefully when suddenly at the middle of night; I felt her foot
touching my body. In the beginning, I thought that I was dreaming or
it was just my imagination, but the performance was repeated and this
time, she fondled the knob of my penis with her toes. She was braver
and would not settle differently. I was thoroughly excited and an
intense erection jolted my whole body, I was dazed. Here was my ideal,
a woman of such beauty, such elegance that surpassed even that of my
young girl friends. The ultimate enchantress had graced me with her
intimacy; the sky was within my reach. Nonetheless, I did not return
the gesture, fearing that it to be ill timed and may result in the
loss of fortune, whatever. I caught up my breath and waited for the
candid invitation.

She dropped out of her bed, lay beside me and inch by inch neared. I
pretended to be fast asleep. That immobility gave her an added impetus
and she proceeded further. She put her hand on me and embraced me
affectionately. I decided to be inactive to make the iron as hot as
possible and this excited her more the more, as I had anticipated.
Then she held my hand and guided it to her cunt, I felt it pass
through her plump and hairy Mound. She rested my finger on erect
clitoris and motioned me to rub its head.  I moved my hand according
to her bidding and tampered with her cunt which was wet and slippery
like hot-ice. 

She slowly stole her hands my to erect prick, and arresting that
monster in her hands, played her soft finger along its entire length
as if she was measuring its size. I heard a gasp of surprise and joy
apparently on finding it to be a true instrument of satisfaction. To
initiate my participation, she quickly moved her hands on my excite
organ, but I was totally inhibited with fear and excitement. My
inaction made her a bit irritated and she saw, what a naive I was!

By that time she had lost all her patience and whispered, 'darling,
why are you tormenting your unequal. Please pin her down ruthlessly,
and give the coup de grace (A merciful stroke to kill the vanquished
adversary) and take away all her pains.' Without waiting for an
advancement, she pulled me on herself and with her soft hands adjusted
my erect instrument on her vagina and slowly drew it inside her. It
was like an inferno, hot, wet and slippery. She provoked me by tapping
on my buttock to jump on her with all my courage and speed. Crazed
with excitement, she grazed my back with her sharp nails and furiously
bit me.

My cock all inside, travelled without the slightest let or hindrance.
The feeling of this sudden concert was beyond words, nothing in the
past had given me such joy and satisfaction. I never had guessed this
side of a woman and her capabilities. We did not go very far as we
were aroused beyond our strength, my actions become very fast, and she
too pushed and wriggled her torso in quick revolving motions.

We lost all restrains and our emotions became frantic; the coming was
imminent. Her breath was hard and came in gasps and her whole frame
was thrilled by the sudden found happiness. She embraced me with all
her strength, her stiff clitoris pulsated and her cunt throbbed
powerfully on my prick. She could endure no longer the acme of
excitement and a convulsion travelled throughout her entire frame. Her
silent shrieks were coming out from some deep chasm. She, caught in a
great paroxysm of a powerful orgasm, poured out a lava of great
magnitude from her inert volcano and drenched my tool was with her
feminine outpour. She had discharged copiously as the water from a
stagnant pool that had suddenly found a way out. 

I was bound and incarcerated, and could no longer hold myself intact.
Hot and sticky semen gushed out from my prick in a furious spray of
love and I almost fainted in her arms with the excessive pleasure. The
room was pitch dark and only the sound of our hard breathing was
audible. After a while, she regained her senses, lifted her heavy
eyelids and whispered in a tingly voice, 'darling, I love you, I love
you.' I was spell bound.

After this fiery episode, we lay quiet and reaped the joy of our
harvest. At last, she opened her starry eyes and looked at me. The
colour of youth had returned to her face and perfect smile played on
her lips. She kissed me deeply and in a chiming voice said, 'darling
you were magnifique. If I could, I would treasure you forever and
sacrifice myself to you. You are my emperor. Rule me gently, rule me
ruthlessly, or as you will. Darling let's not lose these precious
moments. Let's give each other whatever we have.' 

I kissed her deeply and with one action remove her sleeping gown and
said, 'darling, let's fuck in the nude, it is an awesome pleasure that
way.  I climbed on her, and with one thrust drove my entire penis up
to its root in her cunt, crushing her pubic hair. Now started a fierce
battle of survival, with each of my pushes she replied violently by
squeezing her legs and thrusting her torso upward to meet the
challenge of my succeeding thrust. The collision of our heated bodies
gave forth a melodious thud. Thus, we travelled in the plains and
valleys of desire and devotion. We challenged each other's vigour and
none of us would lose grounds but since I was in full bloom of my
youth, she had to give in. She trembled ferociously and screamed
loudly, 'I want to die in your arms tonight. Love me strongly, fuck me
hard.' In an uncontrolled frenzy of sexual outburst, she stung me all
over giving big love marks on my neck, shoulder and with her teeth
tore the hair of my chest. Her pink face became ruby red out of pangs
of excitement. She shouted word of passion as a prelude to an orgasm,
'Oh! Darling, you are squeezing life out of me, please tear me from
limp to limp.' 

She entwined her long legs around my buttocks and heaved upward to
bring her clitoris in direct touch with my prick. With each push, her
clitoris brushed along the entire length of my cock, giving her
pleasure point an additional knock. Her vagina strongly contracted on
my penis and she discharged viciously. She swooned with the excess of
pleasure and after a while she lifted her heavy eyelids, looked at me
with an expression of love and said, 'now my darling revive my
listless womanhood and bathe it with your precious Eau de Love.

I was also at the verge of my limits and shouted, 'Oh! My Sophia, I
love more than I have ever loved anyone else. You have given me the
nicest treat of my life. Please let me enjoy the ecstasy for some more
while.'

She compressed the head of the penis in her vice-like vagina and
revolved her pelvis in a circular motion, maddening me beyond
expression. I also reached my end and with a final push forced my
penis in her cunt, as far as would go, and send forth a torrent of
sperm and flooded her womb. Squeezing her cunt, she sucked in every
drop of the life-giving potion, nipped on the head of the penis and
twisted her pelvis to and fro and most sensationally jerked her
clitoris against the root of my penis. 

We were somewhat exhausted from this luxurious toil and dozed in a
stupor, Inspite of that, the nature was in my favour. I regained the
stiffness as quickly, and without the slightest warning to the unaware
lady, pumped my prick in her womb. She was astonished and declared in
open terms, 'darling, you are a scoundrel, but lovely and impatient.
Today you have fucked and wrecked me completely and still your prick
is not dormant. I would have profited, if I had befriend a stallion,
atleast he would not your ingenuity.' The simile was maddening. I was
dumbfounded.

I bade her good bye. She with tearful eyes suddenly embraced me and
sobbed loudly, 'my darling. I love you and cannot continue to be in
this world without your graceful presence. Please do not abandon me
ever!' I was overtaken in a rapture of melancholy, and staggered out
of her house without even a word of consolation on my lips.

 



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