DESCRIPTIONS DESCRIBING NOTHING AT ALL BUT SEXUAL IMAGERY
Chapter Four. Part 1.
AROUSAL CAFE
Streaks of pure sunlight strobed through the green, closed blinds. He awoke the usual way, hand on his semi-stiff, slowly tugging it, a smile on his face. Sitting up he allowed more sunlight into the bedroom and through the open tilted window came warm gusts of summer breeze, filling the room with promises of good times ahead.
Back on the bed and resting his weight on an elbow, he lifted the duvet slowly off her, pushing it with his feet down until with an unnoticeable thud, fell to the floor. She laid there in the perfect position. On her back. Her nudity fully exposed for his prying eyes. He looked intensively, absorbing all of her physical form, his extremely rare eidetic memory giving him the ability, that whilst unable to ‘photograph’ texts, he could absorb and recreate scenes in incredible detail. And he could return again and again into the past. It made for excellent masturbation.
Now being able to place her in that slot in his brain reserved for the construction of another sexual virtual world game, he would download her not in the true colours, but in sepia. With her stillness and no hint of shyness and instinctive embarrassment of being observed under such scrutiny meant he could scan her in minute detail. As would an artist creating on paper or canvas a nude, but he could do it digitally and then press entry for saved.
Like a cat scan, he started at the top. The sepia hews softening and causing fault of shadowing from the blind’s light, causing stripes reminiscent of those old photographs, creased and sweat stained. He had some and would show her once he had awoken her. Not with a cup of coffee to leave its bitter taste on her tongue that would have been normally to pass her lips first, but something of much more exotic taste. Tasting with the intensity of an alcoholic slurping his first Bloody Mary cocktail of the morning whilst observing bikini clad youthful bodies frolic at the seas edge, the fat stomach bulging under a towel as the pervert drank greedily and lay on his sunbed, jerking himself off.
He would start at the top. Sweaty matted, tousled hair, a few strands stuck to her forehead in small curls. Slightly matted eyelashes over closed eyes, her lips speckled with dried saliva, purred kitten like with slight but gentle snoring. Arms hap-hazard, crossed her breasts, flattening them out from their weight, spreading mother’s milk shake takeaways evenly. Almost perfect pancakes covering a bowl of warm whipped cream eagerly awaiting to be consumed.
He lifted the upper arm by a wrist, uncrossing them, and bending his head he tasted and absorbed the smell from spikey hairs of the gift she gave him. Placing that arm to her side, then leaning over her, warily did the same act to replicate the process. Totally exposed, her midriff could tell nothing to him, the lighting causing all natural curves or shapes to become in indistinguishable and so he moved on, now starting at the bottom so that the two scans would meet in the middle over the true prize.
Bare feet, the nails manicured and painted the same colour as her finger-nails. The satin gleam dulled in places from dried cunt juices. He let his fingers glide gently up her legs, smiling bemusedly at his own powers of suggestion, the small stubble on them struggling to overcome its master’s demands to grow so as to satisfy her lover’s fetish.
Thighs, soft to the touch as he finally could look at what would now be his Eve in the Garden of Paradise. Ironic that Rosemary went to bed after being raped by the very devil himself and would now awake to be electrified into virginal shock as her maiden fair would be taken by the creator’s creation of a weapon of mass impregnation - as first penis on earth. Capable of shrinking and hiding in itself, but like a tortoise doing the same the head mounted on its own vein rippled neck, would come out and up for the offering of a tasty treat.
All was going to plan. He had created the heavens, land, sea and hell in this woman that he knew nothing about, and he saw that it was good. Now the well-rehearsed stage act had to be done with timing and precision. His partners in crime were well fired up. Reloaded balls already tightening, the tool of copulation dribbling out its expanded eye, both knowing that, like its controller of them, the phenomenons coming from the target were making them all wild. But even the smallest error of judgement would bring this all down in an awful screaming mess of disappointment.
Slowly, ever so slowly, continually watching her face for any signs of disturbance in her deep sleep, he spread her legs, slightly bending them at the knees, resting quietly and still. Pushing on spread arms and hands and crouched knees, he manoeuvred his body over her, and without any physical contact, glided his partly open legs between hers.
Moving silently, he let them ease down onto the floor, knees welcome for the softness of the duvet. Now he was in the exact position to start the next phase of the return to paradise. Her sexual organ was closed by her vulva covered, sticky matted hairs. This was a very dangerous as whilst keeping his balance with his left arm, he would have to prise the cave door open. But like an old pair of double doors, if they were jammed together with the jam they had created together, the separation would like silent Velcro, part reluctantly, stretching, pulling at the roots and sending warning signals that something was occurring that was she normally sorted with a good, strong pee. The type where splashing chaos ensued until the jet stream unlocked the matted safe doors.
He was not to concerned about that. Whilst in some countries such as Sweden, it was considered that a healthy morning fuck with a more than shared consenting part of any sexual gender social-intercourse whilst conscious, it was illegal to rape the partner whilst unconscious. Rape here being as penetration without the person’s knowledge nor consent.
No big deal. It was considered quite normal among mid-life crisis hit German men. They would mount their used-up partners of negative sexual arousal of repetitive, boring poking. Rather the old man would, with a floppy penis flounder about in a rather reeking pit of rotten kipper. A quick ‘wham-bam, thank you ma’am’, in the vague hope he could hold the image of the young girl with the big tits who works at the supermarket cash desk, before he started shrinking and dribbling out some lazy sperm. All before his missus of years would awake and moan with stale breath that he must hurry up.
He was worried with more pressing details and hoped to god, she did stay corpus-cosmos- christi. It was just question of how deep she was, the dope they had inhaled had long worn off. Successfully his right-hand fingers archived their objective, separating the wrinkly two sets of lips, the pairs now apart but joined by strings of their mixed juices.
Bringing his head deep down into her groin his tongue probed around the flaps, ignoring her almost hidden button that if disturbed would send crazed signals out that could awake the dead. He needed her as a complacent warm corpse, so erotic in its creepiness. As his taste organ entered the darkness of the promised land of sperm and honey, he deeply regretted not to be blessed with the tongue of the group Kiss’s, lead singer whose enormous wiggling cow’s thing that could come out and make a donkey loose its erection in shame. And all the woman fans suffer from seat wetting.
He started to harvest the contents for the next phase of operation - ‘Like a Virgin, touched for the very first time’. He was good at this. Scooping again and again until mixed with his own spit, his mouth was full to the dribbling point. He had to work fast now and multi-task. Gathering his knees up, he stared to place himself above her again, a hand with small movements guided his lubricated tip to her open entrance. Now with that in position, and moving up, again leaning on his outstretched left arm, He pinched her nostrils together. This was it! It just had to work; his balls were close to exploding.
Her mouth sprung open wide, as he thrust with all his force into her whilst simultaneously placing his closed lips into her mouths, then injecting with considerable might the garnered liquid into her. Her eyes flew open in shock, she swallowed, he now wrapped his tongue around hers, pounding away, hammering her as to nail her to the bed, her legs suddenly stiffened, lifted up, and widened in the natural instincts of all females to be impregnated by the alpha male, to make the species continue to evolve, still groggy, her hips thrust back as hard as his, clashing limbs frantically seeking out erogenous zones as they fought, not a word spoken, just sounds of groaning, grunting, maniacal laughter, screams of pain, spitting on each other, clawing, biting nipples, clashing open mouths, splitting lips, whilst heads with hair being pulled almost out of their roots, thrashed sideways in panting breaths, fingers wriggling in belly buttons, furious licking of armpits, then two of her lubricated fingers from tiny streams of blood, sweat and tears from his mutilated back and slapped face, rammed tightly together up his anal orifice as deep as they could go, and then as timing reached it conclusion of aspired climaxes, she waited to feel him starting to come and cruelly crossed her fingers and scratched his tunnels sides with her nails as she withdrew them. As he writhed and screamed in the agony and ecstasy, she exploded herself as his shocked testicles blew their first load of the new day.
