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                           Cinema Sin [part 2]

                          by Vivian Darkbloom

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   "Ozzia, ambrosia," rhymed I, ever her fan as she kneaded my lap,
   fanning my need.

   "What?" she said blankly.

   "Ambrosia, elixir of the Gods," I explained.

   "Who licks who?" she replied.

   "Elixir. Like Nectar, you know, or 7-up."

   Her charmingly frequent grin returned to lighten up her face as she
   shrugged. "You sure know lots of words. Oh! Swings!"

   In a heartbeat, she had leapt down from geodesic swinging bars and was
   bounding across the grass.

   My pursuit was less adept, but inspired by her youthful energy, mine
   surged as I ran to catch up. It felt good to remember the exuberance of
   carefree careless love, to re-immerse in the tingle of exertion. By
   now, the day had cooled somewhat, though there was still enough heat in
   the air to draw forth a layer of sweat... but I didn't care.

   Her miniscule nipples stood as two scenic hilltops, the countours of
   which were clearly visible through her shirt. As my eyes traced the
   elegant line of her long, slender legs, it was impossible not to follow
   the graceful curves to where they were obscured by skimpy little
   shorts, imagination carried by the momentum of such a delightful
   sleekness to extrapolation of what lay beneath the thin tiny layers of
   fabric.

   When I arrived huffing and puffing, she was already swinging back and
   forth. "Sit on my lap!" she exclaimed, breastless chest heaving with
   in- and exhalation.

   I panted as well, catching my breath. Cold daggers of unexpected
   exertion knifed into my lungs, a wholesome kind of feeling as if
   shaking a fallen-asleep limb.

   I chuckled. "Don't you think it would be better the other way around?
   You sit in my lap?"

   She sniffed the air, insulted. "I'm strong enough," she said, skidding
   to a dusty halt at the bottom of the arc and proffering beautiful,
   slender thighs.

   "Ok," I approached, and her eyes widened as I began to sit down.

   "No, wait." Before I knew what had happened, she had squirmed out from
   under me.

   "I sit on your lap," she said, as I gripped the jingling chains to
   lower myself onto the swing.

   I laughed again. The sun was still above the horizon, lighting the
   hilltops nearby, though we were in the shadow of friendly trees that
   surrounded us. In the stillness of birdcalls I could hear the distant
   roar of rushing water.

   She put her legs over the chain on either side, sat facing me, on top
   of me. "Oof, ugh, uf, God, you're heavy," I protested.

   "It was your idea," she said quietly.

   "I guess so," I replied, feeling the comfortable weight of her soft
   flesh pressing down on me. Passion flowed like bitter wine to drown
   repressive taboos as sparks flew between the hearts of me and my
   beloved.

   We swung casually, in tandem. She leaned forward as I leaned back, then
   I leaned forward as she leaned back, then she leaned forward, then I
   leaned forward and placed a kiss in the center of her chest.

   I raised my face to hers with the ache of desire, my eyes reaching up
   with longing into the lofty angelic heights from which she gazed down.
   "I'm dying to make love to you," I softly revealed as we continued back
   and forth. The arcs of our pendulum co-created pelvic motion similar to
   that which I longed to investigate on a deeper level.

   Her gaze down upon me told the same story, eyelids half-closed as her
   face flushed once more with the hypnotic trance of lust.

   My eyes devoured every detail of her beautiful body as if it were sweet
   porcelain white chocolate dusted with the aura of powdered sugar. Every
   curve seemed shaded with sexual allurement, each motion as we gently
   swayed together drew me deeper into the warmth of our togetherness.

   Our synchronized motions grew in unison, and the arc swung higher and
   higher, until our suspension at each apogee seemed surreal, the
   distance to the ground increasing with each swoop, to rush again toward
   us with alarming celerity only to be swept to safety by the creaking
   chain above us. Momentarily soaring, only to fall and then once again
   take off to enjoy the ephemeral sensation of weightlessness, only to
   fall once again. It seemed almost perilous that we might fall from such
   a height, even though I knew it unlikely.

   "Whoa," I said in spite of myself, being the boring older responsible
   member of the party, "Let's slow down a bit."

   As the level of the arc gradually diminished with natural cessation,
   she gently reached down and kissed me on the lips. The sensation soared
   into the center of my consciousness, as I reveled in the soft sweet
   pliant texture of her forbidden mouth so gently loving me.

   Our kisses traveled back and forth to each other, crossing and
   intersecting like telegraph wires viewed through the window of a train
   in motion, weaving together the fabric of our two lives into a single
   thread.

   Again and again I trespassed shallow social taboos, by penetrating her
   sacrosanct oral chamber with my tongue, tasting her teeth, palpating
   the whispering kindness of her lips, eliciting now and then a little
   whimper of pleasure mingled with yearning. In the space of a few
   centimetres, our mutual lovemaking set fire to the shallow mindless
   knee-jerk puritanism that holds our culture in its death-grasp.

   With the simple innocence of our yearning for each other, we set free
   every prisoner unjustly rotting for the sake of honest heartfelt
   passion, smashed into dust the walls constraining the expression of
   God-given desire, celebrated the unrestrained exuberance of Divinely
   Created sexual bliss.

   With honeyed sweet caresses of her eager lips with mine, I watched
   burst into flame the dead dry husk of stuck-up holier-than-thou
   religious extremism, watched the crumbling skeleton keel over and
   collapse into white ashes, swept away into the black abyss of
   nonexistence by the winds of cleansing truth.

   As our passions burned brighter on that midsummer afternoon, I felt
   more alive than ever before. My ship sailed onward, sails filled with
   the wind of true purpose, ready to conquer the world with my love.

   Together we tumbled to the ground, rolling laughing through the
   water-like mountains of sand as its grittiness crept inside our
   clothing, then onto the grassy hillside as we rolled over and over, the
   stars in her twinkling eyes sailing straight into my heart as we rolled
   over and over and over, both laughing uncontrollably until we reached
   the bottom of the hill, to lay there still laughing and breathless with
   exertion.

   Again she lay atop me, and again we kissed, her lips like taffy,
   tantalizing, hypnotizing, tranquilizing, soliloquizing, dually
   energizing. Our clothes were wrinkled, grass-stained, sweaty,
   sand-filled, and the ghost of Bob stared askew from her sweet plains,
   gold Mardi-Gras beads somehow still miraculously intact.

   "Have you ever made love to a boy before?" I asked.

   "Never," she replied.

   "Ever made love with a girl before?"

   She giggled, no reply.

   Again stillness, the sound of two human beings still breathing a bit
   heavily, the birdcalls of late afternoon, and the slightly closer roar
   of distant rushing water.

   "What's that sound?" I asked.

   "Waterfall," she replied, leaping to standing and running back up the
   hill we had tumbled down.

   Again I followed, paying the price of neglected physical exercise, but
   not to be outdone by my young accomplice.

   Not enough to ascend the hill, once at the crest, she dove into a
   ladder/tunnel of the towering wooden structure that loomed on the
   playground above us, a sort of tree-house without a tree, with an
   enclosed cupola observation-tower watching overhead.

   Enjoying the panty-shots, I followed her giggling up the passageway,
   and soon we found ourselves in the observation tower high above the
   ground. Around us on all sides was green space, trees grass and
   flowers.

   As we surveyed our realm, a couple of little girls rode up on pink
   bicycles and dismounted, scurrying over to the swings still restless
   from our recent encounter.

   The space was enormous, large enough for a whole harem of orgiastic
   preteen girls. I looked around to see her completely naked once more,
   clothes tossed into a crazy little heap on the wood floorboards. I
   stared in fascination at her beautiful little rosebud. The scent of
   pure femininity was driving me crazy.

   "Ozzia, are you nuts? Someone might see us!"

   She shrugged. "Who can see?" she asked.

   She had a point. Aside from miniscule cracks between the planks, there
   was no line of sight for visibility, unless someone actually climb up
   here with us. And no adult in their right mind would do so, aside from
   which no other adult was around to think of it.

   I attempted to say something as she undid my belt and yanked my pants
   down, causing the upright totem-pole to bounce comically.

   The magnetism drawing us together swelled to an irresistible peak, as
   she lay back legs-spread open towards me and worked her finger
   vigorously in the mysterious crack between universes.

   "Oh!" she moaned.

   My ship surged forward, sailing boldly with the new found confidence of
   unbridled passion, the figurehead pushed into the soft tightness of yet
   unexplored territory.

   "God, I've been wanting to do this all afternoon," I commented.

   "Me too," she replied.

   Finally we met on the sexual plane, and the ache of anticipation
   joyously dissolved into the moist slippery trembling fulfillment of
   connection, as I worked my relentless growing solidity into her chamber
   of delights. Tissues tore and strained with ecstasy as she shifted and
   switched her hips with the reckless urge to work my shaft deeper inside
   of her.

   At last I was sturdily engulfed by her caring caress, and we both
   sighed a collective flood of relief as we fucked frantically,
   contentedly.

   Canvas whipped crackling in the wind as the ship sailed swiftly over
   the sparkling waters, crashing through the waves in refreshing sea
   breeze and sunlight on the journey to a new world free from oppression.

   Eyes closed and mouth open in whispered sighs as she surrendered to the
   force of physical stimulation. "Could you squirt that stuff inside of
   me? Please?" she whispered between thrusts.

   "I'm working on it, dear," I replied, kissing her on the lips, gently
   biting and tonguing her earlobes, and lovingly caressing her beautiful
   soft hair, hair the color of pure windswept beach sand.

   She place one slender arm up beside her head. Around her wrist she wore
   a little-girl bracelet of brightly colored plastic charms held together
   with elastic.

   I took the wrist of her other hand and placed it over her head as well,
   then leaned forward, firmly but gently pinning down and gripping her
   arms to brace against my thrusts.

   She sighed with intense emotion of submissive surrender.

   The waves sweep up as the ship plunges forward to the edge of the
   world, bravely approaching the cascading waters falling through the
   star-studded skies into the uncharted dimensions of interstellar
   freedom.

   Our hips press together as I push between her open legs, and penetrate
   deeper and deeper her darkly delicious and delirious secret mysteries,
   until finally the ship sails over the edge, crosses the boundary, rips
   violently through the fabric of space-time, and the bright rays of the
   future new day shine into view.

   She twists coaxingly as with one final thrust the dam bursts, exploding
   forth a million multicolored flower petals as the swollen reservoir
   rushes in waves of forbidden sweetness.

   My misstep over the threshold triggers my beloved little miss to step
   into her own blissful paroxysm of convulsive release, I feel the faint
   tingling pulse of her repeated contractions around me as her pelvis
   twitches with eagerness, at each one of the seemingly endless series of
   drops that I place ever so caringly inside of her, tiny teardrops of
   life falling into her barren delectability, until finally the energy
   begins to subside and dissolve into a contented tranquility and peace
   that passes all understanding, as we both collapse into the pleasant
   friendship of each other's arms, both lustfully listening to the two
   giggling girls teasing and playing on the swings below us.

   And we sailed over the valleys of countless rainbows into a beautiful
   world beyond fear, a universe of light and love and harmony beyond
   imagining.
     ____________________________________________________________

   Later that evening, we descended to the river, to swim under the
   thundering torrential cascade and make love beneath the stars.

   "Where did this waterfall come from?" I mused. "It seems out of place
   here."

   "Maybe it's a preview of the next story," she replied, and as we gazed
   out over the moonlit plains before us, and spied the silhouetted
   shadows of a Wizard and a Princess, making their way along a perilous
   ridgetop trail.




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