Mansion Lesvos Pt 05

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Mansion Lesvos: Hymen

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Mahila's Diary.

7:03 a.m.

I shivered all over. The effect wasn't an aftermath of some cold backwash; no, surely not! No gust of air, not even a whiff, could blow in through the damp stony walls. Her canal was as sealed as any securely plastered rainbow envelops could be. The coldness no longer lingered around... or my awareness of being naked and vulnerable to the cold space was overcome by the potent feel of this warm flesh.

Kumari lay before me on a life-size marble altar, as low as a rectangular pedestal, which seemingly emerged and rose from the ground spotted with her yoni's drippings. She had her arms stretched around her head, letting a good view of those pillowy breasts and hardened nipples stir me up. Her supple legs were splayed, incredibly parallel to the level expanse of flooring. The midline of her flat belly, from under the symmetrical swell of her bust and ribs, aesthetically met with her belly button. The rise and fall of her chest, as she breathed, concurred with the subtle movement in her belly. Under that shaved mons veneris, her yoni looked as blooming as pink calla lily. Its nectar oozed down, glistening the skin between her massive buttocks.

'Don't just stand there, O Sundari! Pleasure me and let your parched throat be appeased. The illumination of pleasure must never be lost for gratuitous delays.'

Her voice made me fix my eyes on her immaculate face. She smiled as some host would, letting her guest feel welcome. I reciprocated, and shivered at the anticipation of returning her the pleasure that shook me a while back. She was a good lover indeed! I could still sense the wetness of her tongue and the soft feel of her mouth on my skin. She had titillated me to that arousal I had known long ago.

As though enchanted by her au naturel charm, I walked nearer to Kumari and knelt between her spread out legs. Still shivering from head to toe, I stooped and clutched at the wide curve of her hips. Her yoni, open and redolent of muliebrity, coruscated with pink luster. I closed my eyes as her odoriferous bliss incited an aching pulsation in my nipples. Her soft curling labia gave way to my impinging mouth, letting my lithe tongue snake its way into her soppy sheath. Tasting her creamy appetizer, I drew it into my mouth. Moving my tongue and lips, I swallowed a mouthful of her nectar. It was highly pleasing, undeniably provoking do more with less affair. She neither uttered anything nor budged as if she were an inanimate figurine. I licked her, teasing the throbbing nub pocking out of the prepuce, and continued licking along the perineal raphe to horn in her rear orifice.

'B-bring me the liquor you've just tasted.'

I looked up as the canal reverberated with her mellifluous voice. A sigh, which my ears perceived, had been given out. The stutter, as she spoke, sounded unnatural to her tranquil conduct. I asked: 'How may I bring you this liquor?'

'Pleasure me, and take this liquor without swallowing.'

'Gladly,' I intoned before poking her in the anus with my tongue, licking the skin where each thigh met with her perineum, and proceeded anew from anus up to the glans of her clitoris. I puckered my lips, sucking the pink nub. Nudging her shaved mons veneris with my nose, I slurped at the clitoris and licked down to her soppy orifice.

'Yes...'

Her avowal encouraged me to lick and infest her yoni a fortiori. I pushed my tongue into her ambrosial sanctum until my mouth pasted with her open labia. Withdrawing my tongue, I sucked the honeyed outpouring. Filling my mouth with that pure liquor to the brim, I rose and crawled atop her curvaceous body.

'You are such a darling,' she said. Moving her arms and gently cupping my face in her soft hands, she resumed: 'Kiss me!'

I raised my eyebrows, but grasped her words in a flash. She opened her mouth and as we kissed, I let the liquor be poured down her throat. She sucked my lips clean of the creamy remnants, and kissed me on the forehead and eyes.

'You are almost done with it,' she spoke in low tone. 'Just suck my breasts, kiss my tummy, and take another sip of my liquor. My Hymen will lead you out of this canal.'

'Oh yes, I almost forgot...' I cried out.

Kumari laughed, stretched her arms back around her head, and closed her eyes. I moved atop her a tad. As I touched her breasts, the nipples felt as hard as pebbles on a beach. Holding and squeezing her breasts, and letting her nipples be slightly raised, I sucked them in succession. She smiled, moonily emitting a couple of sighs and giving me an incentive for licking her breasts all over. Leaving a wet trail of butterfly kisses on her belly and mons veneris, I puckered my lips to suck her clitoris. Licking her innumerable times, I resumed sucking her yoni and the nectar it secreted. She raised her legs, as high as she could, until they pressed against my head. I looked up but failed to assume an upright position; fastening her thighs together, she had my face restrained into her groins. That very instant the canal reverberated with a loud, shrill intonation:

'Yoni Goddess, Yoni Goddess, open this canal, where the Hymen be!

Yoni Goddess, Yoni Goddess, the duo awaits, to Fornix lead my bae!'

A strong blast of wind surged out of nowhere. I shivered, impetuously hugging Kumari's thighs, as the cold current licked me all over. Then the darkness fell, engulfing everything around. The last thing that I perceived was some wet pliable material in my hands. Was it a parchment... a membrane?

To be continued