Cecilia

I met Cecilia in a wine bar after I had finished playing a classical guitar gig. She had very long jet black hair, oval shaped chestnut brown eyes, and a wide mouth with lush, full, brightly painted red lips. Cecilia was dressed in a black coloured bell shaped skirt of textured fabric topped by a thin, black, silk blouse which covered her enormous bosom. She was fairly tall, slim, and statuesque but endowed with a graceful air and posture. I thought that Cecilia looked familiar, like a portrait of the Madonna and Saints by Bronzino I had once spent many hours in rapturous gazing at in the National Gallery. Cecilia’s face was beautifully porcelain coloured, oval shaped and with a long angular nose. She was obviously a young woman in her mid twenties but residing in that face was the sense of a very old lady, an ancient being.

Her long triangular shaped fingers were painted with burgundy nail polish. I watched her as she stood at the end of the bar drinking a glass of red wine and wondered if she was there with someone or alone. Before I had the chance to gather the courage to strike up a conversation, she picked up her drink and moved towards my side of the bar. Her voice, though soft, was so sweet that I immediately felt drawn to her. Cecilia thanked me for my earlier performance and asked if I had any plans for the rest of the evening. I couldn’t believe my luck and managed to say that I hoped that we could get to know each other better.

After a few more drinks, Cecilia invited me to her flat which was only a few minutes’ walk from the wine bar. Her room was filled with native African artefact, pottery, masks and sculptures. Cecilia told me that she had travelled to many places throughout the world and throughout infinite time. I thought that this was a rather strange remark but decided it was possibly the effects of too much drink. Cecilia asked me to sit on the living room sofa while she poured us a glass of wine. I felt very comfortable and looked about her beautifully furnished flat. Besides the native pieces, Cecilia had acquired religious shrines; candles and even a small alter. The small room was filled with bookcases, and very old, dusty looking leather bound volumes of works in Latin and Greek.

When Cecilia returned with our drinks I noticed that her eyes seemed brighter than normal, like the glowing eyes of a wild beast at night. It is difficult to describe just how intense and luminescent her eyes were shining. I felt mesmerised and drawn to her. I couldn’t move my eyes from hers. When she spoke I felt close to her, the feeling I can only describe as the feeling I had as a child with my mother, safe, warm and secure. Mixed up with those feelings was a tremendous sexual urge. The more she looked into my eyes the more I wanted to pull her close to me, touch her and kiss her. I felt curiously ashamed of these odd mixtures of thoughts racing through my mind as we sat talking.

Cecilia moved closer to me on the sofa and touched my hand. She leaned towards me and her face brushed up against mine. I turned and we began kissing, very passionately and roughly. Her tongue felt different to any girl’s tongue I had ever kissed before but in the heat of the moment I was too excited to let it stop me. It seemed to be coiled in her mouth, the end of which split with a definite crease in the middle. She only teased me with her tongue, wrapping the end around mine a few times before we returned to kissing on the lips only.

I glanced down to see that her dark, silk blouse was unbuttoned; her breasts were visible because she had removed her bra. Cecilia pulled back from kissing me and stared at me as she finished unbuttoning her blouse, opening it so that I could see that her large breasts, extremely wide areolas and long nipples were visible. Cecilia held up her massive breasts as I gazed dumbfounded at the size and texture. Like her face the large mounds were of porcelain white colour, the veins clearly visible beneath the delicate skin, the areolas of each breast was extremely wide and must have covered a third of the end. The nipples were what shocked me. Never in my life could I have imagined such long, thick teats that rose from the rich, rose coloured areolas. I noticed how odd her nipples were, so thick that they were the size of my little finger! As she held and squeezed her breasts for me the nipples became even more erect, like tiny penises. Cecilia asked me if I liked what I saw, if I “approved of her “. I could only murmur that I not only approved but was in absolute awe and rapture over her unique and riveting beauty. All of this only served to send a tremendous fire of passion throughout my entire body. The fire burned brightest in my chest and especially in my own nipples.

Cecilia stood up from the sofa and took off the blouse and dropped it on the floor. She straddled me on the sofa and took my face in her hands. She pulled me in towards her breasts and told me to suckle her. “Suckle my breasts!” I did as commanded. I continued to suckle her breasts and Cecilia told me in a coarse voice to suck as hard as possible. Again I did as commanded. I felt a milky substance flow from her areolas onto my tongue and down my throat. The taste of this fluid was like heavenly nectar from fragrant flowers. I continued to suckle her amazing nipples. The flow increased until I had a hard time swallowing all of it. Suddenly Cecilia let go of my head and told me to stop. Pushing me back onto the sofa, Cecilia stood up and walked out of the room.  

A few minutes passed but I felt heavy, unable to stand up and see where Cecilia had gone to. My body felt very warm and my penis was rigid, hard. I wanted to stand up and move but felt unable to lift a finger or even move myself an inch. Cecilia returned dressed in a long golden silk robe with a golden crown of jewels, sapphires and garnets around her head. She knelt on the floor in front of me and pulled off my shoes and socks speaking to me quietly and soothingly in a low voice. Although still unable to move a muscle, I felt comfortable and secure as Cecilia continued to undress me. She removed my jeans and pulled off my pants. My penis was engorged, so erect, and so full of blood the veins running alongside my long stalk were pumping and straining to withstand the pressure inside. Somehow Cecilia managed to pull my shirt free despite my inability to raise one arm. I found it was impossible to speak, even to utter a single word.

I was naked before her, sitting slumped on the sofa. Once again she straddled me and began kissing me lightly on the mouth. Cecilia pulled back and showed me her tongue. It wasn’t a normal tongue. Its shape resembled a viper’s, only thicker and longer. Cecilia grasped my head again and thrust her tongue into my mouth and down my throat. It seemed to become thicker and rounder as she rammed it into my mouth and down my throat with it. Cecilia leaned forward so that her breasts and nipples stroked my chest. I felt her huge nipples touching my nipples and they immediately became hard, erect. I could feel her nipples grabbing hold of my nipples, as if they had tiny mouths. Her nipples attached themselves to mine and began sucking vigorously. Her tongue, which was still deep into my throat, began to pour fluid down my throat, the same tasting fluid I had sucked from her nipples earlier. When the fluid from her tongue ejaculated down my throat I felt her whole body shaking as if in continuous orgasm. Cecilia’s nipples continued to vigorously pump mine until I could feel fluid running out of my breasts and into hers. As the fluid ran into her, intense feelings of warmth and happiness spread and filled my entire body. I felt like a child with mother. Feeding and being fed. Completely secure alive, sensitive and yet tremendously excited. Cecilia pulled back from my mouth and stared at me. I felt the energy to move return to my whole body. She leaned back, still attached to my nipples with her nipples sucking mine. “Look at your breasts” Cecilia murmured. I gazed down to see that not only had my nipples become as thick and the areolas as large as hers but my entire chest had grown two massive breasts! I reached down to stroke my new appendages as Cecilia smiled broadly and pulled free of my nipples. Fluid dripped from both of us as she stood up again and moved off the sofa.

I stood up and we kissed, lightly, only with our lips touching each others. I pulled her closer to me. My penis was now a long fleshy staff pressing into her curved belly. Cecilia knelt on the floor and took my cock into her mouth and began to suck it. Her snake like tongue wrapped itself around my stalk and the split end masturbating the now hugely swollen mushroom head of my glans. I watched in pleasure as Cecilia took the whole of my long thick penis down her throat without choking. While Cecilia sucked and teased me with her tongue I felt my penis grow larger. Not longer, but thicker, wider. Her tongue began to probe the split in the end of my sensitive head. Before I could say or do anything the tongue pushed its way into my glans and down through my inner tube. Cecilia began fucking my now extremely swollen, widened penis pushing her thick tongue in and out of it. I looked down in amazement to see her face bloated by my club like member in her mouth. I felt her tongue gradually forcing its way through, further and further down my inner tube and into my body. I felt only the most intense pleasure instead of pain. Her tongue continued to slide down my heavily engorged and widened penis and pushed its way deeper inside my body. I was riveted to the spot and shocked as I felt her tongue reach my inner prostate gland. Somehow the end of her tongue attached itself and began sucking the gland. It was the most incredible wave of pleasure sweeping through me I have ever felt in my entire life. Electric shock waves of warmth flowed into my prostate gland and into my belly. The massive orgasm I had been storing up began as her viper tongue sucked fluid from inside me. I yelled out loudly as I started ejaculating. Massive amounts of fluid poured into her tongue and down her throat. I could hear Cecilia gulping loudly at the amount of fluid she was swallowing. I couldn’t stop coming. My penis remained erect and the flow seemed to increase as the minutes swept by. I could feel the flow of fluid pouring from her breasts and onto my feet. Wave after wave of orgasms shook through my body without stopping. A tremendous fear began growing inside me that I was about to die. That my life would be sucked out of my body by this creature, this goddess, by this immortal woman.

Suddenly Cecilia released her tongue from me and I fell back onto the sofa and passed out. Many hours later I awoke in a small bed with a candle lit shrine beside my head. Cecilia was sitting next to me, holding my hand and looking with great relief into my face, my eyes.

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