Chapter Two - Part 1
“I want you to. place two fingers inside me as we cuddle and you will find out how scared I am by the tightness I squeeze them. Okay?”
“As the sex crazed Lady so desires, so it will be.” Taking a brown paper bag out of a top kitchen cupboard. He shook it and placed it the microwave. As it began to hum, he placed a DVD into the surround home-cinema system. He passed her an opened tin of chilled soda and a pair of 3D glasses. The smell of freshly made popcorn overrode the musky smell from the incense slowly burning down on its wooden receptable. ‘PING’, and with much waving hands and lightly burnt fingers, a few “Ouch, Ouch”, he placed an open bag of steaming, salted popcorn onto the table. The perfectly placed television seemed to fill the room, the constantly glowing ball that seemed almost suspended in the DVD shelving unit itself suspended on the wall, made a perfect backlight. Sitting next to her, she curled her legs onto his lap, but not before pushing gently with a black lacquered toenail’s foot against the softening penis. Hiking up her dress over her hips, she crooked her right leg over the other. Wriggling her buttocks, she seemed to find the position she wanted. Leaning on a cushion on top of the arm rest, her right hand pulled up a buttock cheek, exposing her sealed lips, swollen, still leaking small driblets from the beckoning slit ready to be parted open.
“Please try not to lose your watch inside me. I’m your sex bomb, not your time bomb,” she said, laughing playfully. He obliged and after licking his fingers of his left hand parted the two pairs of lips. The outer pair creating a trapdoor tight for unsuitable fingers but would be willing to open for the man with the key to her hole and soul. The thinner wrinkled inner pair would open like the petals of a scarlet sweetpea to expose a small penis tip, gorged and swollen. He placed two fingers inside her as far as they could go. Another two squeezing the outer lips, trapping him as she released her buttock and rammed herself against his hand as his thumb slowly swirled in a circle on her clitoris.
”Now I am happy, I love you, and do we get to ‘eat’ the banana at the end of the film and by the way, is it in German?”
“Actually, it’s in Latin. The film was made in top secrecy and at huge expense in the Vatican vaults by a famous Italian director. Makes the film real creepy. Lots of dark, angry orgy organ tunes and Gregorian monks chanting. But! Plenty of action as you will see. Best of all, you can immediately turn the whole scenario into a comical farce by adding the German sub-titles, especially the part when the NAZI SS burst through the doors, and… the dessert is served during the interval. It is all planned. You will love it.”
Looking at the cover of the DVD, she opened her eyes wide in astonishment. “What does ‘Consacrazione Profanazione Vacanza Vaticana’ mean,” her pronunciation of the Italian was good. And looking at the cover picture, “this looks to be very weird, so I conclude that you wrote, directed and starred in it. Jesus help me! I can only guess what movie you are going to make with me and that banana during the interval. I suppose the choreography may have a hint of pornography. Because you are fucking not only my body, but fucking with my mind as well!” Her entire body was convulsing in hysterics, pushing his fingers out of her. Noticing, she immediately stopped. “Oops, sorry about that. Push them back in, HARD.”
He did so, making her grunt with pleasure whilst she snickered softly.
“ It means ‘Consecration Desecration Vatican Vacation’.” He leant over and softly kissed her eyes and cheeks dry. Placing the 3D glasses on her, “can you see the film better now?”
“Oh, Wow this is cool. For a moment I thought that all those sex antics we did had made me cross-eyed.”
“Shush now! Its starting.”
She just had to have the last word, and whispered, “I can hardly wait for the interval.”
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