A Divinely Erotic Tale
By Aleq de Satyr
Part 1
Prologue
A few years ago when my sister read my highly erotic Novella "The Spicy Isle", to her poetry group the "Women's Circle" one spring evening, the reception was so overwhelmingly positive; indeed some panties were very much soaked according to her.
The group's Moderator found it to be so lusty, the Sex a great mountain of desire, a great geography erotic imagination and totally surreal. She found it exciting, provocative, and magical. A virtuoso that has put the mystery back into sexuality, as well as an allegory on Satyriasis and the Bacchanal.
I was invited to their next meeting to share my views, my experiences with the women and also read to them more stories...My sister had told them that I am an inveterate, studly cocksman; had fucked most of her friends from college to the present time; not to mention all those other women the world over. Indeed, she had bestowed upon me the titles: Pasha of Pussy, Connoisseur of Cunt, Titillator of Twat. And my cock is not only big but I use it to satisfy a woman totally... Well, what can I say. I did find the diversity and the sorority among the women quite refreshing.
Chanda Vega...Hindi for Lusty Woman
During the socializing one of the women, an Indian called Ela which means orgasm, engaged my attention. The longer we talked the more I became attracted to Ela. Her ideas, her creativity, her beauty. Her fresh and glowing cinnamon-colored skin, her soft doe eyes of liquid brown. I was spellbound by the woman, this almost-stranger who was so alluring and she could sense it.
She is also elegant, sophisticated, smart with a graceful, slender 40 year-old body...She loves sex, ritualistic sex and erotic behavior, constantly seeking out men and occasionally, women who fit her fantasies. She is an existentialist who loves variety, freedom of choice; she is open to everything and explicit about her sexuality in a way that cannot be ignored..
"I threw off the yoke of marriage to completely immerse myself in sexual freedom and the pursuit of lusty pleasures", she said emphatically.
I was intrigued by her wildness, her openness which I enjoyed. Ela did not want to go back to the party. She followed me to my car. Her apartment was a couple of miles from the lagoon...It was a full moon. We walked thru the front door into a largish living room filled with books, evidence of being a librarian, and decorated with artwork from Africa and India. The entire decor was lavender-purple, down to her bedsheets. There were lots of plants. Ela smiled at me briefly and led the way to her bedroom where she began to undress with slow deliberate movements, while she watched me undress.
We stood there naked facing each other. Her very nearness was intoxicating. I could feel my own urgency as my cock began to harden and elongate to a full rampant erection, eliciting a loud gasp from her...My eyes travelled up and down her brown body. The slender arms covered in black hair, the soft round breasts with upturned dark nipples...The hairy abdomen below her navel, flowing smoothly into the big, prominent densely-thatched bush; the hairy thighs and legs that ended in narrow feet. Ela glowed like honey in the setting sun, her skin smelling of spice and oils.
"Oh Louis, your cock is so big, so fucking hard" she murmured stroking my throbbing dick.
I pulled her down on to the bed and we started to caress, to explore, fondling, touching, kissing, nibbling, stroking...What lovely hands she had. I pushed Ela's legs apart and started to eat her pussy like the swan, my tongue rampaging between her legs. Between layers upon layers of pulsating labia and turgid clitoris. My face was wet with her thick juices...
"O God" she groaned, "O your tongue, your tongue...O Kameshwari, it feels so good" she panted. Ela was very wet, soaking wet. She was calm, her rich nectar flowing down my chin. My palms were filled with the curves of her ass, kneading the smooth flesh while her body undulated slowly, and the soft folds of her belly quivered.
She heaved and moaned and I sucked and ate her until she fell back in spasms, like a string puppet, her long black hair sticking to her face and the sweat between her breasts glistening in the dim light...She spasmed and shuddered for long moments, her body seized by a powerful orgasm. Ela was wet, very wet and wide open like a cavern of juice. Her scent tantalizing, her gaping cunt enticing my cock into extreme hardness.
"Enjoy me as I'd never been enjoyed before. I'm a Chanda Vega" she whispered, as I slowly sank my dick all the way inside her. Feeling the urgent vibrations of her big clitoris. I explored her cunt with my cock, so smooth and soft inside unhurriedly like a gourmet, relishing her slippery twat...She rippled and throbbed around my dick, fully contained by her pleasure responding to mine..
I fucked her soaking swollen cunt, dancing inside her with an easy rocking rhythm...Her nipples felt hard as stones in my mouth..."O my God Louis, you fuck so nice, it feels so wonderful" she mumbled, pressing me further into her depths..."You deserve to feel so good" I responded, grunting with delight as I stroked inside her strongly yet delicately. "O yes, Louis, yes yes" she mumbled sweetly.
My cock was alive and very hard, pounding into Ela's depths skillfully, relentlessly until she screamed and buckled in a gut-wrenching orgasm; her nails clawing my back. Her dense pubic hairs soggy and dripping with juice.
While Ela was still shuddering and bleating, I aimed my cock at her G-spot and began to stroke her there smoothly, luxuriantly, leisurely. She held me in a tight grip with her legs, tears running down the sides of her face.
The sex was exciting and poignant. I gave her all I had and more.. She was elegantly wild and ravenous, her hungry cunt on fire. Heat, lust and pleasure spilled and bubbled until we both plunged into a deafening climax. Ela started to gush fluid from her cunt, responding to my equally forceful ejaculation; she seemed to have entered another dimension...Then we dissolved into a long, throbbing moments of liberation, silence.
While Ela slept soundly in a post-coital languidness, I began to ruminate with a joint, over what she'd told me earlier. She wanted us to be close intimate friends who can also be lovers without the emotional baggage. Which of course squares well with my own philosophy. I find strong female friendships extremely sensual and erotic. To me the line between "friend" and "lover" often tends to blur or non-existent.