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Pick-Nic Part II.
By Mush

Disclaimer.

Not suitable for minors.

              FLED IS THAT MUSIC.

I was intoxicated by that high passion game. The fire consumed me; hurricane
blew in my mind. Never before had I known such a captivating woman. So full
of life, love, wisdom and affection. I would pay the price of my Life to own
her. The thought of possessing her had turned into an obsession. 'She is
mine, she is mine, I must have her, I must have.' I had no recourse to exit
my excitement, though, the idea of self-satisfaction did occur to me. I did
not want to frivolously discharge and while away, for such a small reward,
the fruits of my labour of love and the fancy of playing with Elizabeth's
beauties. I was at my end of my wit; my passion aroused to titanic
proportions, which I could not circumvent. I would not endeavour to accept
these trivial frolics. I could not tolerate her short-lived generosity and
wanted something tangible. A two-way business where I were also to
contribute to the transactions of orgasm.

That night I passed feverishly, tossing and tumbling in the bed, all the
while toying my idle prick and in that condition I dozed. Suddenly, [SM1]I
saw my old maid friends standing completely naked around my bed, whose
organs I had teased and they - mine. One sported with my erect prick while
the other played with my balls. It was a perfect Roman orgy. The other who
curiously had the face of Champa sat on my chest with her cunt near my
mouth. I sucked her clitoris profoundly. The fourth sitting on my thighs,
inserted my penis in her cunt and moved back and forth leisurely until she
discharged viciously. Then another took her place, repeated the same
cherished rite and she too ended.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever. (Keats)

Impromptu, out of nowhere, a nymph appeared on the scene. She was suddenly
an ancient goddess metamorphosed into the semblance of a human figure. Her
stupendous glory was dazzling. Even the might Eros [Cupid] himself would be
awed by her beauty and dubious in his decision, whether to credit more, The
Aphrodite [Venus], if he set his eyes upon her. She was a figure come alive
out of a Van Gogh.

She was dressed in a greenish translucent material which was loosely
shrouded around her slender figure and knotted on her slim waist by a golden
girdle, studded with precious stones. The region from belly down to the
pubis was completely bare and her face covered with a green transparent veil
resembling figure from the "Arabian Night."

Her light hair swivelled around her neck. Her eyes were large with long
black lashes. Her mouth was delicate with wide ruby red lips. The nose
straight and arched, the neck long and well formed. Her hands were slim with
tapering fingers and long manicured nails. Her bottom was enormous but not
out of proportion and her slender legs flashed through the thin green
material in all its nakedness. Her milky white breasts firm, like that of an
Egyptian work of marble, stood straight out without the slightest bulge. The
auras pink in colour were stretched out in full circle and the nipples
erect. She appeared to be in a conspicuous state of sexual excitement stood
in the quiet corner of the room.

That visitor of the night was uniquely familiar. Such was the resemblance of
that nymph to those ancient beauties who are often portrayed in the
paintings of the old Masters. The likeness was so uncanny and preposterous
that I doubted my own senses. It was almost inconceivable to conjure that
such an apparition could have transgressed its eternal abode and steal in
this modern era. I felt as if I was beholding Nemeses, or The Helen of Troy,
or Cleopatra.

I beckoned her but she would not hear me, and at last, out of the loss of
patient, I challenged her to a mortal combat. She recoiled and tried to run
from me to save her virtues but I would not let her go. I pushed her on the
bed, kissed her honey-sweet lips, sucked her breasts and titillated her
clitoris. I tried to entrench my prick in her cunt but she pushed me aside
and closed her thighs. I applied all my strength and succeeded in bringing
my prick near her vagina. She whimpered, 'you may play with me as much as
you want but please do not trample my chastity.'

I did not apprehend myself and completely subdued her. She resigned herself
to the fate.
We were travelling through the spectrum of the rainbow. All flowers of the
nature welcomed our arrival. The birds thronged around us and sang in their
enchanting voices. The season had halted and spring become eternal.
Abstract was ruling the reality. It was like Apollo fornicating with Daphne.

We edged quickly and the autumn claimed our jubilance. Her intimate company
was lost and I grieved. Why is the Lady Luck so fragile and quickly gives
way to tragedy.  I had to withdraw from her. She smiled,  kissed me and
suddenly evaporated in the thin air as if she was never there.

Such so, I was short of fortune.

The dream had abruptly ended and I woke up with a start and found myself
alone, a solitary navigator in the perilous sea of torment, shipwrecked,
lost and forsaken. There was no North Star to guide me. Darkness abounded
the room and the ghastly silence taxed my ears. It was almost morning. The
Emperor of the East was about to announce its reign. I was left to my
sorrows and dejection.

Was it a vision or a waking dream.
Fled is that Music:--Do I wake or sleep?
                    Keats.

The front of my sleeping suit was fully drenched with my own evil smelling
semen. I had a living wet dream, was exhausted and wanting strength to move
my limps. Tears like a spell of winter rain dripped from my eyes. I was
dejected, forlorn and drowned in the whirlpool of my emotions. The frivolity
of life was compounded by this denial; its emptiness more pronounced. I did
not even care to purify myself and fell on the bed with my wounded
passion -- and my castrated pride.

Elizabeth was extremely cheerful on finding a young boy at her service. One
day at studies, she pressed and delicately kissed my hands, an act of love
and assurance advanced to a lover, and she said, 'dear, please come and sit
next to me,' I shifted. She kissed me and protruded her whole tongue deep in
my mouth and our breaths quickening and a big erection overtook my penis.
She quickly uncovered her breasts. Two large balls of fire erupted in my
views. A pair of coconuts standing firm and straight as though chiselled out
of a rock. The nipples were small but impressively erect and pink auras
swollen with sexual fever. She carried my hand to her breasts and said,
'darling, you wanted to play and look at them, now do whatever you want and
as long as you like, I would not stop you. Dear, tell me how do you like
them, press these two apples and suck hard, squeeze, twist them or do your
pleasing.'

I sucked the nipples and the small pink aura furiously and emptied its
honey. The outer layer was very soft and silky but the core hard as an
unripe fruit. I, after a detailed appraisal, told her, 'miss they are
majestic, they are imperial, they are royal. One would sacrifice one's life
to treasure them.' She was profoundly pleased to hear such pretentious glory
and glued a deep French kiss on my lips. She caught my penis, rubbed it
lustily and added, 'what a big and hard rod you have, armed with that
monster you could conquer the feminine world.' She held my hands and pressed
it to her cunt and I felt the same softness and warmth that I had known in
the van episode. The manipulation of my penis by her soft hand made me swim
in the sea of ecstasy and put me out of my mind. My happiest dream to play
in her hands was fulfilled. She said 'my dear, you are a good find and with
a strong prick like yours, we can contribute to each other untold pleasures
and if you promise to be discreet I shall let you taste my person.'
I reassured her with my deepest covenant that I shall be sagacious.

Encouraged by that offer, I pretended to be completely ignoramus and
suffer in knowledge. In all its wisdom, my mind did not concur with my wish
to divulge the previous love warfare that I had consummated with my girl
friends.
Of what avail it would be to me, I thought, to speak my mind to my belle
femme who up to now had considered me pure as a virgin bud. I affluently
feigned impartiality, pretended foreign and unacquainted to such frivolous
congruence.

O! What a tangled web we weave,
When we first learn to deceive.

I suggested, 'miss let me learn it now.' She smiled and said, 'impatient
boy, never lend yourself to unbridled passions, or you will grant yourself
to numerous liabilities. darling, you are my love and I can not refuse you
any anything, whatever it might cost me. Tonight I shall reward you with the
pleasure you have not until known but for now enjoy my breasts, or  any
another thing you like.'

I came very near and glued by lips to her protruding nipples and sucked them
my all my might. He wriggled and tossed in a feverish delight. I ventured
and bravely passed my hand to her lower part. She closed her eyes and sighed
a little but did not resist my advances. I quickly pulled down the zip of
her tight trousers and my fingers rested on her clitoris. She said in a
dazed voice, 'dear you have travelled too far but now please extinguish the
fire you have glowed.' I slowly rubbed her clit and I continued my pleasure.
She was out of her breath and taking my hands in her own, increased the
pressure. The ordeal continued until she emitted small cries and forcefully
closed her thighs. She discharged powerfully and sank her head on the table.

That night I tossed in my bed highly agitated, my mind was whirling with
passion but she did not come. I passed the sleepless night toying my prick,
speculating the amorous delight promised by the young lady, but promises are
vacant dreams.

There is oft less peace in Shelley's mind.
Then calm in waters seen.

Elizabeth had flamed my passion, I was aspiring for something more
phenomenal but unfortunately the house was full of the students who lived
far away and could not take a long journey back home each day. They
immensely contributed to my misfortune and had restricted me from gaining
the fruit which was in sight, yet so out of my reach.

I was fast asleep, the windowpanes were bare and moonlight illuminated the
room from corner to corner. Suddenly I felt some presence, near me, of an
apparition or a spirit. Nay, it was Elizabeth. Her robe was transparent and
made of the finest white chiffon with matching band around her waist. As she
was not wearing a thing underneath, her huge breasts and the jutting nipples
shone through thin fabric. Slowly she tiptoed to my bed, delicately awakened
me and admonished me not to break the silence. I was bewitched by her
appearance and beauty. She had the semblance of an ancient deity who had
descended from heavens to bless my exiguous existence.

The environs of the room were over-captured by the fragrance of her delicate
perfume. Her whole self radiated such a glow that the moonlight at its full
youth blushed in her presence. Her torso was small, the buttocks large and
the legs long and slender, the wavy black hair danced on her shoulders and
an inviting smile adorned her lips.

Wonders of the skies; shine in her eyes.

She was fully armed with all the provocative elements necessary to arouse
any human soul; even an angel of heaven would be tempted by her enormous
beauty. She loosened the knots of her nightie and let it slip. Loo! There
she was standing totally undressed before my feasting eyes. The heavy
breasts swung mildly and the Mound of Venus shone in the dim light. Heaven
had not witnessed such a dainty presentation as I was beholding.

She sat on the bed, embraced me lightly and said, 'dear love, I have
fulfilled what I promised. Now match your own with mine.' I replied, 'yes, I
shall equal them with my actions.'
I grasped her torso all my strength, kissed her passionately, and played
with her impatient nipples. She too was not too low. She bent her mouth on
my hairy Mound, reached for my penis and held it her wet lips. She gasped,
'my dear, I shall value your love more than my life. You have brought
springs to my murky winters. Now please reply me the same pleasure that I
affording to you, bent down on my cunt and suck my clit in a similar
fashion. I looked at her lustrous charms.

Oh! What a beauty of hair was there on her Mound, the lips of her cunt were
very thick and long, surmounted by a fleshy clitoris with its point blunt as
a small pea. It had a deep red angry look enough to frighten away any
weakling from the game of sex. I sucked her clit with my tongue and drilled
her vagina with my fingers. We were both playing roughly at the same
proportion and were at the height of arousal. 'Miss, please do something, I
have a strange sensation in my prick, the erection is too painful.' I cried
in lust. She arose and fixing my penis on the hole of her cunt simply sat
down on it. My whole prick, up to its root, was engulfed and imprisoned in
the tight vice of her cunt. It was very hot, very wet, very slippery and
very soft, but not lax.

She moved her torso back and forth to make the penis go in and out and
revolved her pelvis in a circular motion to perpetrate a two fold attack.
Her buttocks pressed against my balls which she crushed and pounded with
successive blows. I was in seventh heaven of delight and shrieked in
pleasure. We were a match for a match, an eye for an eye and reciprocated
each other's tortures and pleasures. I caught both her breasts and pressed
her nipple between my index and thumb in such a way as if strangling the
throat of a disloyal beloved.

She could not bear these attacks much longer and uttered low whines. She
whispered, 'oh! darling, this is the best fuck I have ever had in my life.
Oh! My goodness, what a cock! So powerful, so full of life, so full of
passion. Dear where were you till now. I never knew the bliss of love. Oh!
If had I only known you! If I had only known! All my yesterdays without you.
What a waste of existence. My dear boy, I think I am truly in love with
you.'

She was now nearly boiling with the heat of passion, waved her frame to and
fro and cried, 'oh! darling, suck by breasts and bite on my nipples.' I
sucked them with all my zest and drank the Ambrosia of her sweet
perspiration mixed with her tantalising perfume. I kept pushing my cock
without a refresh and moved quickly. She was not in the frame of mind to
expel her juice and lose the pleasure of the great rendezvous. She continued
to twist and turn for countless minutes then said, 'my darling, your prick
seems to have an infinite erection. I marvel at your sexual prowess but I
would not give in so quickly like other incompetent women; I shall suck you
all your vigour.'

We locked ourselves in a mortal combat where rules were non-existence. We
were at war and no clemency understood. In this arena of love, there could
be only one survivor. I could not afford to lose but had to win at all cost
even if it meant selling out my soul to Hecate, the queen witch, otherwise
face the loss of integrity. I had to summon all the Lucifer's powers of
lechery to guide my sails.

My preservation won the battle. She did not hold fast to her words and
whispered, 'darling, you win, I am to come soon, please increase the efforts
of your performance.' I squeezed her breasts with all my might and taking
one of nipples in my teeth bit it so hard that droplets of blood smeared my
lips. She screamed loudly and said, 'darling, you are hurting me too much,
the pain is excruciating but pleasing, do not stop and treat the other
nipple in the same bloody fashion.'

Lust was largely writ on her face and she could endured no more and cried,
'darling, you are a sadist but I love you, oh! Dear don't stop, do not slow
down; I am coming.' She heaved forward, fell on me and bit my throat,
leaving a deep red mark. Her cunt contracted powerfully followed by more
strong contractions. My penis was drenched in a hot flow of sperms as she
had spent in a copious quantity.

I, unable to hold myself any longer, vandalised her womb with a titanic
discharge. She squeezed her cunt and sucked off the last drop of my semen
and nipped the sensitive head of my prick. She did not loosen her hold on my
penis as if wanting to keep it imprisoned forever, but all good things must
end. My vanquished prick, all wet with her salacious juice, slipped out
sluggishly and we lay glued to each other for a timeless eternity..














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