Blackthorne Episode 98

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Blackthorne

Cinemagenic Ninety-Eight

Coupling

“Sex is the intercourse, the merging or

convergence, of who the two of you are--

your spirits merging.” --Alexandra Katehackis.

1(sound cue) violin and clarinet.

2(two-shot) They both began taking off their boots.

She was not wearing petticoats, so she flashed her

tan thighs at him as her riding skirt lifted with her

legs. Salina: If you stay away from the whores, I’ll

stay away from Thor.

Buck: You don’t have to ask twice.

3(tight two-shot) They were both on their knees,

hugging each other.

Buck: I needed this--thank-you.

Salina: We haven’t done anything yet.

Buck: Oh yes we have.

She put her head against his chest, and his hug

tightened. She laughed with gusto, and suddenly

leaped onto him. He joined her laughter, lying on

his back with her on top of him, her hair brushing

his face. Buck: Hey, who’s riding who?

Salina: We’ll take turns.

They rolled over together, giggling, against the 

earth and against each other. They came to a

stop with him on top. She fought for a moment

until he kissed her, his lips barely brushing hers.

She rose up, and kissed him back. They kissed

for several minutes, Their saliva mixed and they

shared a sweetness seldom found. His hands

found her breasts. Her hands encircled his neck.

Her hips began to undulate against his erection.

          They sat up and just stared at each other

for a long moment, both of them smiling and

breathing hard. She pulled off her short riding

jacket. He began unbuttoning his shirt. She

finished unbuttoning it for him. The thick muscles

in his shoulders and arms rippled as he peeled

the shirt off; his taunt abbs stacked up above

his pants. He unbuttoned her black blouse, and

helped her out of it. Her large breasts heaved

at the top of her lacy corset. He kissed her neck

and her cleavage as they unlaced the corset.

She slipped out of it, and her breasts presented

themselves. He put his face between them, and

she held the back of his head. He pushed her

breasts together and put both nipples in his

mouth. Her hips began to gyrate.

       They stood up. He pulled his jeans off, and

his underwear with them. She smiled at the sight

of the holes in the toes of his socks. She wriggled

out of her leather skirt, and slipped out of her

lacy bloomers. He helped her lie back on the 

plaid blanket. He massaged and fingered her

vagina, soaking his hand. As he descended, she

guided his penis into her. 

        He started slowly, and the coital dance 

increased in tempo. The sun was warm on the

back of his neck, as he heard a blackbird cluck,

4(sound cue) piano and cello

as Salina howled, screamed and chewed on him

like a lioness, both of them making love as a fresh

experience, her hips banging into him like drum

beats one moment, and then she would shiver

like a slender willow in the wind the next.

        For the first time, Buck found himself holding

back, being enthralled with the pleasure he was 

providing for her, amazed at how her orgasms

piled on top of each other. Then they rolled over,

and she was on top, leaning toward him, her

breasts pummeling his face. He held her butt,

imagining butterflies on his knuckles

        He felt the tension gathering in his groin, and

she sensed it too, knew it was time. They sprinted

for the vertex, but just before their bodies crashed

together, creating a mingled spirit, Buck felt the

love dove flutter as passion dashed past it, and a

scalding spurting message was ejaculated into the

tender blackness of her belly--as the sun split

open, the landscape disintegrated, their hearts

burst with oneness, they died and were reborn.

       They lie together quietly, their bodies

glistening with love sweat. They wept, then laughed,

and their laughter rang out across the flat water. A

lone fishing hawk sailed high above the lake in a

deep blue sky.

Glenn Buttkus

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