This Sex Is On Fire
Consumed
With what's just transpired
Chapter One Part 3
He laughed at her facial reacts of confusion. “Come here silly girl, watch the master at work.” She sulked a bit, but came willingly, kissing him with wet open mouth, then wiggling her tongue in his ear. He pointed at a lump of dark red meat occupying a white chopping board. “I am going to make…” and then switching to English, “I am going to make ostrich schnitzel”, and returning back into his strange Bavarian/Rhodesian dialect accented German, “‘schnitzel’ is the same in English.”
She thought a bit. “So, we are going to eat a man or woman from Austria? I hope they come from Vienna.” Laughing almost hysterically, she grabbed his left hand, and hiking up the front of the dress, she shoved his hand deep between her swollen cunt lip.
Smiling his quirky way that she was rapidly getting to see was when he was going to be satirical in a wonderful banter way. “Can I mix some of this fluid into a tomato dip?”
She was fast in reply. “Shame we can’t add some of your well whipped-cream since I drank it all. Besides, I milked your coconuts rather well and once they reload… I want your next load inside me.”
Blowing her a kiss, he continued. “I presume you know what an ostrich is?”
Of course, she knew what that was, but she was going to get him back, two can play at this game, hmm, a bit like sex, she thought. “Let me see…It is a bird and they pull all their feathers out then tie them to a long string and rich bitches, whores and slags put them around their necks. Just like that woman you have in the corner. And whilst you muse over that, go get dressed for whilst you cook. Besides, your man of war looks more like the tip of a rather short pork hotdog sausage. Although a bit of schweinery will soon sort that out.”
She followed him into the bedroom, smiling at the scattered clothes that had been hastily literally torn off in a frenzied, lust of desire. He let them lay where they had been thrown around. Opening a green doored cupboard, he took out a black adidas jogging set and slipped them on. Following him, she gave his bum cheeks a quick squeeze. Returning to the kitchen he continued to prepare. Cutting the meat into thumb thick slices, he proceeded to beat the meat with his small hammer.
Watching him in silence she thought of all the questions she needed answered. She glanced around searching for some clues about the man who made her wet the first time she read his first message on mDates.
“Gorgeous fucker of a man, that picture there shows you dressed up in that war you mentioned in your ‘about me’. And, there are racks of DVDs in here. No books and those in the bedroom - I didn’t see your name on the spines.”
She laughed, well amused with what she next said. “Although I suppose a book with the author’s name ‘Bingo Bongo’ would be in the children’s section. ”
He laughed, ”Come to me you inquisitive wench.”
Folding herself into his outstretched arms she snuggled against him as he hugged her. Her breath was sweet and warm as she nibbles at an ear lobe.
“I want you to hike up your dress, spread wide and squat. It is very important.” Pushing her gently away, she obliged. He laid down onto his front and propping up on his left elbow he took a small schnapps glass and rubbing it against the mixed moisture of droplets of urine and vaginal lubricant, that was still coating her vulva, he revolved it till it was covered. Skilled fingers spread her vaginal lips apart and with a practised hand placed the base end into her gaping hole and proceeded to push it in. She started panting, short, sharp breaths, she leaned back onto her arms, her chin hard on her breasts as she watched him bury the glass then withdrawing, placing two fingers on the still exposed rim, continued to ease it softly deeper and deeper into her birth canal until it could go no further. He watched her throw her head back. Lashing it around whilst making gurgling sounds as beads of sweat gathered on her forehead.
“Oh! Jesus help me!”, she shrieked “I am fucking coming again.”
He sat up, then kneeling between her now trembling legs, held both cupped hands together under her gaping dark tunnel. His middle finger massaged her tight light brown anal orifice, making her abdominal muscles writhe like copulating pythons. Slowly, the glass appeared, pushing cunt juice that dribbled down between her heaving buttocks, letting him use it as lubricant to allow him to easily insert the tip of his finger into another secret place.
The schnapps glass fell out with the loud noise of a sloppy Flatus vaginalis and catching it he stood up. Helping her rise he looked contently into the glass.
Panting, ”I need to sit down, catch my breath, a drink of something and a giant joint even if it makes me cough. In that order. What the fuck was that all about?”
She staggered to the small sofa, pulling the dress down. He came over, sat by her side and she curled her legs onto his lap. Giving her a glass of orange juice, he waited as she closed her eyes and threw it down her neck like a dehydrated stranded island cannibal finding a coconut with a corkscrew. Still panting she looked at the schnapps glass he held up. Through hazy eyes , still soaked from her reaction to her incredible climax.
“I am proud of you girl. There is plenty here. As soon as I finished rolling for you, I will mix this with ketchup as our dip.”
She observed blankly as he rolled. ”Play some nice music from your rather fancy set up here”, referring to a gallery of sound system flanking a large led television.
He spoke then rather loudly for the momentary surrealism of sounds of silence in the direction of the silver hair headed and shimmering silver attired in mannequin. “Alexa, play ‘Sounds of Silence’ by Disturbed and then continue with my play list.”The machine spoke. “Playing Sounds of Silence by Disturbed from your play list of Amazon music.”
She said nothing and leaning her head onto crooked arms, she was trying to think clearly. The music filled the room as he stood up, passed her the lit joint and going back into the kitchen area of the small atelier, began to coat the meat in flour. They were together but apart, he was concentrating on the food, and she was trying to make clarity of what had been happening to her in such a short time. She wondered what time it was. The place was covered in clocks. Silent. All showing different times or stopped completely. Standing, she went over to the strange covered window and opening it blew a heavy cloud of marijuana out and breathed deeply of the sweet tang of countryside air…
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